Woke up this morning feeling dazed, but not in such a way that I felt unrested. More rather that the intake of substances can place a nice little bookmark in your tome of physical sensations, meaning that I kept my finger placed firmly somewhere between the page about being hungry and the page about sleeping on a makeshift bed.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I haven’t accomplished much so far this morning. I’ve used the bathroom, texted homegirl, and checked my emails. I want to work on Gnar Tapes shit for all of you today, so I think I will.

Shit is so unorganized right now. Going to figure this shit out.

Be back later.