My days consist of sleeping in, exploring and hiking, burning shit tons of incense, and drinking damn good beer. And intermittent drooling at head shops, where I can’t buy anything because I fear it’ll break on the way home.
It’s absolutely awesome in Montana. Holy shit.
This past week has been a helluva ride. I got around to seeing all of my closest friends before they went to school, worked more hours than ever before, and packed for a week long trip in less than an hour. Now I’m sitting in bed like a dumb shit, staring at the clock, deciding when is an acceptable time to get up. Because my body thinks it’s Christmas and work me up 3 hours before my alarm clock.
It’s nearly 2 am and I’m wide awake, replaying Halo. What the fuck.