well I properly screwed up today. Acted like a menopausal
psycho all day. Dear me.
Relaxing in front of True Romance. Drinking tea. Smoking.
No more weed. It makes me panicky and all over the place.
Oh dear me.
Mike said I could exhibit my ashtray and coffee table as art. They are overflowing with ash and tiny rollies and general rubbish. In fact, my coffee table is quite sculpturally arranged, like a haute couture hat. The ashtray is like a small scale maquette of a factory all covered with skinny chimneys. Hmm. Food for thot.
