The Obscure

Hey hey mama. I am at Tim's house right now, I got out of work early today. Man, I gotta tell you, all those musicians and writers and so on who say that their artistic talents increase with the use of mind-altering substances are full of crap. It is WAY harder to write when I am doped up. I am doped up right now, fiorecets, and all. They work great for headaches, but they knock me for a loop every time.
Though, if I am just trying to right free-form poetic nonsense, being drugged works well. What I am talking about is anything that actually requires skill or talent as opposed to raw mental exploration, if you dig what I am saying.
Long story short, even writing this mundane, run-of-the-mill post is incredibly difficult for me right now, mainly because my eyes can't really focus on the monitor.

Anyway. My hair is beginning to develop some length again, which brings me to a crossroads. Should I let it grow as it will, or should I attempt to tame it, thereby joining the ranks of the normal looking Imperial forces?
Methinks I shall let it grow as it will. This is an act of rebellion my friends. Rebellion, and laziness. Mainly laziness.

Alright, I am massively sedated right now, so I am going to go take a nap on Tim's bed. Thank you all for your time!

P.S. The anti-depressants I am on seem to be working, I am currently in love with all of you!