I woke up and checked the mail and noticed my letter came. This was at around noon today, EST. Immediately without hesitation knew everything in my life came down to this one moment and ate a tab. After 30 minutes I was like might as well round it up to 2 before it's too late and took another.

Off I was. Then almost 45 minutes in all consuming regret washed over me.... as I realized I did not have any cigarettes. I knew it was already way too intense to venture out on this quest into the unknown.

So I texted my dad and told him I took acid and asked if he'd grab me a pack of cigarettes on his way home cuz i was scared to leave and conceded in momentary defeat.

That is until, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a text notification. Where my father notified me he did in fact grab some Marlboro reds.

It seemed like new life was breathed into me suddenly, despite knowing he wouldn't be back for another 2 long, grueling hours. I reconciled this knowing my suffering was not in vain, as the fruits of my own manifestation would be realized.

I. Am. Going. To. Get. To. This. Cigarette.

Blaggggghhhhhhhh spinnys,swirleys. Maybe some wibblys and some wobblies even ensued.

Then suddenly I heard the front door.

Could this finally be what thine prophets of old hath foretold? Prehaps...

I saw my dad and grabbed the smokes and thanked him. And as I stepped outside, I was washed aback with feelings one can only describe as true despair. I had realized my lighter was still inside.

I had a boomer moment and pulled myself up by my bootstraps and ventured back in to retrieve the lighter.

After carefully making it back out of a quiet home that for some reason seemed like a zoo at the time, I began to light the cigarette and I inhaled.

The divine prophets hath foretold this moment. And I am truly appreciating it for all of its magnificent glory.

Some more spinneys ensued. Perhaps even some more wibblys.

And here I am trying to type this out and hoping it makes sense 9 hours later.

I'm so high rn lol