I may have taken too much. Gone too far. I'm not sure. Everything is fluffy and laced with entropy. I know that's not the way it works. I was trying to play a game. Can't remember what one. Baseball game? No. Football? Ugh. Basketball game? Basketball. Yeah. Doesn't matter. Nothing matters after seeing the farms. Christ, those screams. I'm not sure I'm where I'm supposed to be. Or when I'm supposed to be. Fuck. Dave is going to be so pissed. Think of sleep. Think of your couch, John. Think of morning. Get back home. Remember to get Dave to buy you smokes.