Smash the control machine.

Started SGD today with Oxymoron. So far so good. Ended the day at 350 rather than 400 but meh, it's close enough. Especially since I couldn't get to the gym because of the ice/snow/sleet/hail/armageddon storm that is blanketing the whole of the continental US. 

Sometimes when I partake of certain herbal sleep remedies, I end up having a little bit too much. There's a very, very fine line between Sleepy-Mich and Government-Conspiracy-Theory-Epic-Panic-Mode-Mich. 

For anyone who is prone to this kind of paranoia, never ever read this book.

Like omg PANIC. 

I don't know why we're panicking, but we're gonna panic good and proper. 

These incidents have only led to extremes a handful of times. There was one night, allegedly, in which I came home drunk and herbalized and panicked when I found Little Sis video-chatting on the computer. She left the webcam turned on even when she wasn't using the computer, and I disagreed with this because the government is watching us through our idle web cam, and listening to everything we say. 

So naturally I yanked the web cam out of the computer and ran off with it. Sis says I "hid it" somewhere so the government couldn't see anything. That was like 2 years ago and we never found the web cam. I remember none of this. 

Then there was that time in college when we hot-boxed the bunk beds in my friend's dorm room. We had run out of our own stuff, so Friend called his roommate and asked if we could have some of his. Sure, Roommate said, it's in the top drawer. 

Roommate calls back 10 minutes later and says OH MY GOD, please tell me you took some of the stuff in the bag on the LEFT side of the drawer...

We had already smoked out of the bag on the right. 

The last thing I remember is getting incredibly distraught over the fact that Friend had three televisions in his living room, so he could watch tv, watch a dvd, and play video games all at the same time. 

Friend said that he went to the bathroom and when he came back, I was gone. My roommate said she found me passed out in the closet of our bedroom with my blankets and pillows in there with me. 

This, my friends, is why no one should do angel dust. Ever. Although I do miss Philadelphia when I remember times like these. No other city does crazy like Philadelphia. 

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And you have to watch Part 2. 


<3 the IT Crowd. They need to bring that show over to the States like now.