When you're high on weed and want to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen it takes an hour. Here's why.

Smoked.
Watched 5 seasons (20 minutes each) of a new show on Netflix called The End of the Fucking World (or, F**cking)
Charlee wanted out: I let him out. And Jada. And Carl.
Figured I was up, might as well make coffee.
Had to potty.
Looked up at the mirror while washing my hands and got sick of seeing no nose-ring in my reflection so I set off to find the box of nose-rings.
Tried top drawer of vanity. It was loaded with hundreds of little cosmetic things.
Decided I should paint my nails black to hide the paint under my fingernails.
Couldn't find black.
Forgot I wanted to hide the paint and decided to go with something soft colored; dug for that.
Had to dig out the basecoat and topcoat, too, and ran across a pretty earring, so I started looking for its other one.
Found little nail clippers.
And face cream. Definitely need that at my desk.
Then I decided to start separating hair stuff from makeup.
Then I got bored and figured I had enough to carry back to my desk since I dropped the nail clippers.
Came out and put my phone down, and saw the sticky thing that holds my cell phone up.
Decided to wash it so it would be sticky again since dirt had attached to it.
Washed it in cold water in the sink.
Realized it must be pure silicone just like those gel plates that printers use.
Immediately rinsed it off really well and ran to the dining room table.
The cell phone holder made an awesome Gelli Plate to make prints on.
Made about 20 prints with tons of colors.
They were all round and it started to get boring.
Went to get Charlee because he was barking.
Noticed there was paint on my sweater.
Went to sink to wash it off.
By the time I scrubbed off all the paint my entire sweater was dripping wet.
Went to bedroom to change.
While looking for a shirt I came up with a plan for keeping clothing of my own.
I labeled them "Things I'd Wear When We Go Out to the Steakhouse" and "Shit I'd Wear At Home"
*idk where steakhouse came from as I don't go to any steakhouses
Came across a perfect "Home" black sweater and put it on then went to my desk.
Finally had a sip of the coffee.

Current status: Cold coffee, dining room table is no longer visible under dozens of pieces of paper, I don't have a nose ring, there's a single earring on my desk and I don't remember where it came from, and I was pretty sure that it was more like 3pm when it's only 11.

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