  So I didn't manage to start smoking cause my mom was out of cigarettes. Guess I'll have to find another way to shorten my life expectancy. It's amazing how fast time passes when you really don't have much to do, and how easy it is to occupy almost every moment of your time.
I had such lavish plans for catching up on reading, cleaning, doing laundry, cooking, etc.... only to end up running around most of the weekend. On Saturday I went to a wedding that was sweet but had an extensive bridal party--35 NOT including the bride and groom. I actually felt sorry for the bride because she had to coordinate all that. I also did some grocery shopping and cooking. I never realized how hard it is to be truly domestic full time, while attempting to run all the other errands and stuff on your plate.
It almost seems easier to do a half-ass job in your spare time. Maybe because it just seems more special when home-cooking is rare. I'm feeling better overall these days, maybe it's the drugs. Don't worry, they're legal. I actually had a conversation the other day with some people I will be working with in the future about how none of us have ever used illegal drugs and how it makes us very lame and quasi-republican (or maybe democrats, since now republicans admit to using drugs, but whatever).
I feel like I am one of the last 20 somethings on earth who have never smoked a joint. I'd try it, but I'm afraid that I'll have an asthma attack and die. 
