Typing is really fucking hard when high. Shit.
I've been kind of productive in the 2 months I've been home. I rearranged my room, painted my dresser, hung hooks in various rooms, painted and hung a wood peg thing, dyed and cut my hair, made a pair of shorts, made a skirt, put a couple clay mask ideas on paper, went through my stuff and threw away a lot of junk, hung a light, hemmed my mom's shirt, baked cookies, sold books on amazon...
I guess that's not too bad. I really need to do a lot more art stuff though. I should do some clay work soon.
I've been reading more, which is good. I finished Koko, by Peter Straub and Blake House, by Adrian Savage. I started Ghost Story by Peter Straub, but lost it for a while, found it, but I haven't started reading it again. I was also reading Choir of Ill Children, I can't remember who it's by, but I lost it and can't find it. I'm currently reading Demon Night by J. Michael Straczynski. I really like it, it's leading up to something big and it's really suspenseful. It tells the story of a number of characters and how they are all tied together, and this evil thing hiding in the caves. That's a terrible description, but it's really good, I swear.
I really want to make fish tacos.