I actually don't remember doing a lot of trivial things I do, the important stuff I'm ok with.

Just a few nights ago I woke up and my friend told me I had to write the next chapter in my story. I say "What story?", and he gives me a link to a huge story I wrote while baked out of my tree about a guy looking for bananas. It was actually a pretty funny story it makes fun of a lot of people I know, like my friends girlfriend who is a control freak and hates weed.

Well, no one cares and I'm going off on a tangent again, so I apologize.