It's Good to Be Writing Again

So the goal is to make it out alive and somewhat functional, harder than it sounds....

Anyway, yesterday:

I went to The Jester's house and smoked with Catwoman and My Southern Boy.

We were all beyond high, we were like hippies on a mission.

Our mission was to find fun things to do all day.

Catwoman was on shrooms and we all just wandered aimlessly around Ocean Beach.

We had fun in all the shops, talking about quantum theory and culture, we even walked all the way to the end of the pier (it's the longest pier on the West Coast).

Anyway, I came home and ate a pot cookie, and into an alternate universe I travelled.

I'm not even sure what happened, but I'm pretty sure that I cried.
The cookie gave me so much energy that I couldn't sleep, and I went so crazy with this big breakdown.

I was crying about the past, I guess.

I was crying about growing up and running out of time to have fun.

Because now I have all these responsibilities, because everyone is moving on with their lives; and I ran out of time.

So now on a completely different note, I love my new kitty.

His name is Artemis and he is absolutely adorable.

He's a Norwegian Forest Cat, in Norse mythology they were the companions to the goddess, Freya.

I love how smart and fluffy he is, and he follows me everywhere.

He has amazing green eyes, and I can't even begin to say how happy I am.