Today was a good day.
I've lost 20 pounds so far, and that's barely trying. I'm kinda proud of myself. Healthy me doesn't seem so distant anymore. Though, that fried porkchop and gravy and mashed potatoes mess that I made tonight probably didn't help my cause any.
Oh well. I smoked weed for the first time today, compliments of Dillon. We made a nacho run, and we went to visit Alec at work. I remember later that I was laughing for 10 to 20 minutes straight at the walls, then the fact that no one knew why I was laughing and that I found that funny in the first place, then at Lane and Dillon not knowing what was so funny, then at me falling off the bed and Lane predicting it, then at me wheezing while I laughed, and at them for laughing at (or maybe with) me, and then my tummy hurt, and I laughed at that for a while, too. <-- That sentence is probably ten kinds of fucked up grammar-wise, but I don't give enough fucks to fix it right now.
It took me like 3 hours to get dinner finished. What the hell. It was late enough that my grandpa went to bed. Tired of waiting, I guess?
I definitely was not productive today in the least.
I'm super fucking ecstatic that Adventure Time is being made into a series for Cartoon Network, and I really want a hat like Pen's, but I can't find any for sale.
Hm. I'm kinda lonely.
HAY SLOPPY MILKSHAKE.