Of baked goods and trippy rooms

Random happy thoughts while one is a baked product:

1. I'm glad I didn't have that extra brownie they offered me.
2. This music is soooo trippy...I have no idea who it is and I can hardly hear a thing...but the beat sure matches my brainwaves.
3. I'm glad I don't have to move right now.
4. Even talking on the phone is such an effort. Must apologize tomorrow for hogging conversation and constantly breaking into unwarranted laughter.
5. I can hear myself breathe. Life is precious. I shouldn't waste anymore time being idiotic.
6. I should stop staring at that pool of lamplight.
7. What depresses me is the thought the the possibility of love can exist and that I haven't figured it out yet, or that I choose to ignore it - what you don't know can't hurt you.
8. All my stilted bullshit logic gets tossed out the window in the harsh light of hash "reality".
9. My thoughts refuse to slow down and are in danger of overlapping to the point of incomprehensible babble.
10. If I could only be this logical, honest and detached when sober...