These past few days have been a near-endless cycle of rain, weed, and Magic. Ever since my birthday, I have lollygagged harder than anybody ever lollygagged.
Monday: Went to the cardshop, bought $42 worth of shit, left MY ENTIRE FUCKING COLLECTION OF MAGIC CARDS at said cardshop, went back to WHIRLIN STERLIN, went and ate at sir pizza in Winchester, and about had a heart attack due to the sir pizza. Smoked a joint at home just to calm me down.
Tuesday: Got all my cards back, staked up beans, got sunburned, went back to town, got so high that I went to swampcycle a Twisted Abomination and forgot I was playing a Magic game, picked up all my lands off the table to attempt a mana shuffle, asked everybody what they were looking at, put my lands back on the table and ended up losing.
Wednesday: Magic all night.
Thursday: Built a B/W deck capable of a 7/7 lifelink flyer on the first turn, got high, won 10 games in a row with said deck.
Tonight: Either Magic or camping. Either way, I'll be baked as fuck.