Formless thoughts

So it's been a long week, Mercury was in retrograde (which means I don't understand shit about astrology), and I came home and decided to have a puff or two of my favorite semi-illicit substance.

And ... well, nothing much happened.

I was told by a friend on Facebook with whom I was chatting that my chat style doesn't change demonstrably when I'm half-baked. This should possibly stir some grave doubts in me about how I sound while sober, but I'll forget about it until I re-read this blog. Which, by the way, I've vowed not to copyedit or correct later. (Which explains the heinous misspelling in the last post.)

Fortunately, unlike Wednesday, I didn't have anything important to get done before bed, so this was just me using it as a relaxation and sleep aid.

And I just realized that my other friend, who said I "... turn into a paranoid professional organizer when you're stoned," was right.  Well, except for the stoned part — I only took a couple of puffs off my vape, really!  I was looking at this blog post and thinking it was kind of formless and directionless.  While I didn't think it until a second ago, and in jest, "what this blog post needs is a bullet list!"  Which would have been funnier if I'd thought it when I didn't.  

I think my stream of consciousness just petered out.

I was chatting on Facebook and it seemed to me that either I was typing really fast or there was a distinct lag on the site.  Which seems more likely to you?  Yeah.  Site lag.  But hey, this blog proves good for something other than me babbling.  (Unless that comes off all babbly.  How should I know?)