don’t go back to his ass that shit is a trap it never lasts so don’t go back to his ass. that seems like circular logic, and in a medium like songwriting, it works perfectly. circular logic is not always a bad thing. sometimes it’s literally art. so clock that tea... right now.

sobriety is not only helpful but essential for this new path in my life... and my life, it begins pretty soon here... or, rather, right now, or, rather, one second ago. life begins at the end of that last second, which just ended. and yes, that one, too... right.

michelle visage has been making increasingly questionable takes on the judges’ panel on drag race. she makes increasingly-difficult-to-understand calls.

old technology might be the best song on this album. i’m unable to not listen to this shit. it’s slowly getting out of my system, but i know that all of these songs are going to be classics.

now, on day six of sobriety (taking another twenty-four, by the way), it seems our aperture is expanding. this med school shit can’t touch me anymore. yes, i still have to show up and do all the shit that’s expected of me, but i refuse to let it get me down.

what you have to do is stop grasping.

one other thing i did today was walk almost a hundred blocks. is anyone going to clap for me? how bout a round of applause? standing ovation? i put on quite a show, all that.... yeah. in the cold as well. but i felt the sun, and i felt that flow state of walking, the endorphins of the runner’s high, dare i say. i listened to the slayyyter album as well as is you love big enough. the line about how she’s on the brooklyn bridge and she’s truly at home, i heard that line as i was entering the bridge that connects b▒▒▒ with m▒▒▒▒▒. i looked up and i saw two pigeons up there, and all kinds of metal and stairs and stuff that makes up bridges. so yeah.... a nice day... a nice day... lots going on, and look at how much pride i can feel at the end of it knowing that i’m sober now and i made it through the entire day with no weed.