Let it be Known

i firmly advise the following: do chores drunk and/or high. i don't smoke pot, so i get real high even if i take a single hit. tonight i smoked and not only did i type this post, but i separated all the brown beach-glass from the white, green, and blue in what seemed to be no time. it was like a minuscule marijuana-induced mission. i wasn't aiming to be racist to the beach-glass-- separating them and all-- but i want to make a glass ocean with the sea-like colors and brown doesn't fit.

i'll use it for something else, i'm sure.

this would've taken hours if i were sober.

but tomorrow, i will see these perfectly categorized bags-- brown in one, sea colors in another-- and say, "who did this?" and then i will think for a moment.

"oh, it was me." i'll suddenly discover, "i should buy me a drink tonight."