Well I had a great time at the author's festival today except for the constant reminder that this past week is a complete failure to humanity. Kind of don't want to be an author now because it seems like I'm entirely wrong in every way shape and form.
If only I had my computer I could make it happen
I would totally be a picture of Chewbacca, Godfather style, like the one in my room...and for some reason I can't find it on the interwebz. Which must mean it doesn't exist. Which means do i exist? I am tripping something fierce here.
·»Your focus determines your reality«·
Don't be doing shrooms dude.
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