Ah ha!

I was sleepy most of yesterday because I smoked pot for literally 9 hours on Sunday. It all started around 2:30pm when I went over to Andrew and Jess' apartment, where Jess had already been kind enough to pack me a bong bowl in anticipation of my arrival. She's schooled in being the perfect hostess, clearly.

So we did that for another hour or so and decided we would go out to the grocery store to buy stuff for dinner. Andrew thought that fish and chips, made properly with flounder covered in tempura batter and fried in olive oil, would be perfect and we agreed. They paid for everything, which was awesome of them! We even got some yummy crab dip and crackers. I'll tell you, it's really nice being friends with people who have made their careers in the dining business, because a) they know how to cook and b) they have a wealth of knowledge of what foods go very, very well together from start to finish.

Then we smoked more.

We watched the Pro Bowl, and smoked some more. I snuggled with Bailey, their Boxer/body pillow schmoggie.

Finally, I went home.

It took me two and a half cups of coffee to even get my day started at work-- started.

I think Benjamin Franklin should have added marijuana to the quote about beer being proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.