(for frame of reference, usually i've got a bowl and three or four smokes under my belt by high noon. wow, that's really bad, isn't it.)
*somewhat proud of self*
but pride is, of course, always tempered by something, and i have discovered that there is after all a limit to how low you can knee-drag a mid-1980s honda scooter. (no breaks, just bruises, i'm fine. yay leather. ;)
i don't know what to do.