Currently on day-3 of a Vyvanse bender. Final day, obviously, as I feel like 3 days is the absolute maximum before things get unspeakably grim. Huge Vyvanse tolerance, like, massive. 400-700mg over the course of a few days is what most of my binges look like.

Anyways, that’s not what I need to get off my chest. It’s something much, much funnier.

Walking onto my porch this morning for a day-3 cigarette, I see, high in the sky, a single helium birthday balloon floating over my street. A single number. Three.

No word of a lie, I have the clip & I’m only posting this because I’m devastated that photos/videos aren’t allowed in this sub (although I can understand why).

The universe really said “give it up for day 3”.