It's nice out. I smoked last night. Not because I drank (I drank Tuesday and didn't even want to give in), but because I decided I would if I went to Charlie's. Shared a few. The second one made me gag. I'm not craving them today, so that's good. I didn't have too much.

I had two bags of clothes to donate to charity, but they never came to get them. Fuckers. I'm working on organizing my room. It's a perpetual chore that I will never complete.

I think I'm going to go home and watch The Devil and Daniel Johnston. I love that guy. I wish I could've seen/heard more of his set in Ottawa. I was watching the merch table for a bit, and when he played his acoustic songs, I had a hard time hearing him over the mean girls behind me asking each other if he was retarded and if he was stuck as a 12-year old mentally and whatnot.

Sunshine!

Mean girls get pleasure
It's my greatest treasure