I write so many essays while high. Just in my own head. All the words I want to put on paper but never actually do.
And I don’t know why. I know I can. I just don’t. Out of sheer laziness, maybe? Fear of not having anything worthwhile to say? I don’t know. I have a journal full of disconnected stoner insights that may one day serve as the basis for more posts.
But not tonight. For now, I plan to do what this blog started out as: the high mom diaries.