I was tired most of the day yesterday. Considering how much meth I smoked trying to not be tired, it was a bit surprising. I figured today would be a good day to catch up on some extra sleep. On weekends, I get to sleep past 7am. I slept till about noon, with occasional wake ups to take my meds and drink some water.

At noon, I decided it was enough, and I started my day with a few hits of wake up smoke, and then a few more. I made a few videos and then a few more hits. All streamed through the webcams because I’m still not terrified by the idea of being arrested live on cam. I’m not sure why.

It’s not arrogance. It’s not hope. It’s more apathy. At this point in my life, I’m not certain I care enough about the idea of being arrested. It’d make an interesting next chapter in the decline of my life story.

I started watching TV and now at 3:45, I’m blogging about it. Not an eventual day, but a decent Saturday. It’s grey outside. Not the day to venture out.

I have junk food, drugs and a TV. I’m good.