Potatoes and Pot

Getting out of the house is just magical. Julia invited me over for supper, right at the moment I thought I was going to go nuts from being inside. I walked over, I should walk more I enjoy the shit out of it, especially with the tunes. Before we ate we headed out to the store and I picked up some Count Chocula, the nostalgic feeling of childhood. Supper was fantastic.. delicious.. marvelous, scalloped potatoes and green beans. I ate way enough to keep me full for hours.

I went to pick up some pot, I haven't had my own pot in a month. We decided to rent a movie and get high. Now it might of been the weed, but I seriously don't remember the Truman Show being that intense. I felt so bad for him, but I guess my feelings towards movies changes with whats going on in my life. If I'm feeling remotely sad or depressed, I automatically take movies more to heart.

I heard some sad news about my friend Didier, that I just don't know how to take. I shade a few tears over the thing, I felt so foolish, but it is probably the most serious life altering things I've heard in a while. I feel that although my blog is pretty private, I can't discuss the details. Those who need to know, know.

I'll be thinking about this tonight before bed. I had a wonderful time tonight, and although this news was quite depressing, it still didn't ruin my night.