Erk

i probably should’ve foresaw that i’d be up all night after an acid trip. it happened before. Except last time, i was up all night baking cookies with friends in our underwear. This time, i had Veronica Mars reruns. I’m still not the least bit tired.

My trip on LSD was a very nice one. I remember having a strange thought of how there were other people exactly like me (personality-wise) and how we were all somehow connected. This thought was, of course, had in a sandwich shop (i should not have been near people).

Any other mind-blowing epiphanies are forgotten. I’m surprised i remembered that one. I find it hilarious when i’m with my friend talking, we go on a tangent, and immediately forget what we were talking about. Some might find it frightening that you can’t remember what you spoke literally two seconds ago. But once you get past that part, it’s pretty fuckin’ hilarious. That whole conversation you may have just had—gone.

So i’m still awake after a night of awesomeness. But it’s okay. I have Veronica Mars.

I remember driving to my friend’s house and then the two of us sitting in my car smoking from a bong…and that’s it. I can’t remember anything else from last night. The next thing i can remember is waking up at 4am (when did i fall asleep?) and driving back home.

No injuries, diseases, or dents in my car. I’m gonna call last night a success.