I know, shut up. We had a massively busy week last week and it was borderline impossible to get anything posted.
We love you and we’re sorry.
So here we are, another monday. What to do? What to write? What to eat? Should I microwave this cold cup of coffee?

Should I smoke Salvia?! I’ve been obsessed with the stuff ever since I saw some at a bbq a couple of weeks ago.
I think I might fly out to the Sierra Madre Mountains in Oaxaca, Mexico and hook up with a shaman.
But then again- maybe not….

I’ve had some major bummers on acid. In fact the only ‘good’ trip I ever had was the first time I took it. Some friends and I watched TV for eight hours and laughed until it hurt, literally hurt. My jaw ached for days afterward. Subsequent trips have been either too weird or just plain scary. I once found myself reading the sign of a restaurant I ate at all the time, trying to figure out where I knew it from. If I could figure that out then maybe I’d know where I was (one block from my house).
I’ve ridden in taxi cabs with floor to ceiling adobe upholstery. Everything terracotta and dusty hot with a sinister looking Pancho Villa at the wheel. Hours later I was making cups of tea for my absent roommate’s surprise visiting parents and trying to act normal after dropping a jar of pasta sauce on the floor and squeeling like a little girl when it exploded red at my feet. Out the window my two trip-buddies were carefully inspecting the menagerie of bugs working in the grass.
Another time I was at a christmas party where flash bulbs were firing like there was no tomorrow, and I found my vision slowly disappearing beneath a wall of flash-burn that would not fade. Eventually I had to leave because I couldn’t see anything but cluttered purple and blue shapes. I slowly shuffled home and called a friend because I was blind and scared.
Not good times. Maybe I’ll give the Salvia Divinorum a miss…