This is a link to Joost. Apparently, order it’s cool. I don’t understand.

I recall days, decease months and even years where I had so much free time I’d sit around and read the paper and hang out with friends and do stuff.

Really. I remember that. It doesn’t seem real. It doesn’t seem like that is possible. And I’m not really that busy right now. I’m not even really doing all that much, and though I have this sheet of paper with all the shit I want to accomplish before the end of the year and it just makes me laugh and then want to take a nap.

No, really… I’d call up a friend and say “i’m gonna be at 4 & 20. Stop by. I’ll be there for a couple of hours at least.”