Showing posts with label the foul rot at the heart of it all. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the foul rot at the heart of it all. Show all posts

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Saturday, February 1, 2020

 Sometimes I think part of my sleeping problems, or the current iteration thereof, is that one of the reasons I rarely get more than two or three hours a time, is I'm remembering my dreams again. Read somewhere that heavy marijuana use is inability to remember dreams. I am here to report that, yes, all that fits in.