Even though I feel like I didn’t sleep at all, I still managed to dream some ill shit. During my school days (they are long gone) I never got caught smoking the green stuff - until last night. For some reason I went back to what felt like my elementary school, and there were all kinds of crumpled up plastic bags on my desk. Un-crumpling one of them I saw that there were some little bags inside, like, two-gram-bags. They weren’t even mine, but Angela Merkel still managed to come into the room at the wrong time, saying something to the likes of: “”That was it now, wasn’t it?”" Shocker. Later it turned out she was on the wacky tobaccy as well. There were a couple of familiar faces from high school as well. Now I know why it’s called high school.

Don’t be fooled by the timecode to the postings - I’m nine hours faster, because the US is pretty fuckin’ far behind.

Have a nice day.