Around 1 yesterday I went to work so I could get paid. Awesome. Most of the afternoon was a blur, though I distinctly remember going to eat, going back to my friend's house for a bit, going back out to get a White Castle crave case, and smoking the night away around a shitty bonfire. Still a lot of fun. Instead of going home that night, my friends invite us to stay the night, which we did. Konked out shortly after. Woke up bright and early the next morning for god knows what, but until my friend had to be at work we stopped for lunch and then took a nap. Friend quit his job that day. Awesome. More smoking, hookah bar twice, and I got an awesome new clay pipe in the shape of a dancing bear. Haven't christened it yet though. Went to go see my friend perform and picked up one of his CDs. Got home late. Mom told me she's gonna help me with getting a car and with paying for my Chantix, which I'll probably start very soon. I miss the old gang... we need to hang out more.