1:47am: heard something like a motorcycle entering rite-aid and stopping near the back of the store. Thought ‘that’s how they do deliveries now.’ There was a problem with ringing up my earphones and I started walking away. The cashier said ‘it’s almost ready’ and I said ‘no, I forgot something, sorry.’ Walked to the cold medicine aisle and quietly said ‘ex-cuuuu-se me’ to female cop as I passed her to kneel and look at nasal congestion sprays. Thought ‘she thinks I’m buying cough syrup to get high. No, she just knows I’m buying nose spray so I can funnel more drugs into my stuffed-up nose’ (knowing I am not planning to do that). The cashier continued to have problems ringing up the earphones. I said ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’ as she walked to find a scannable/non-defective package of the same earphones. The motorcycle noise was coming from a man pushing a floor polisher. Thought ‘I want to do that.’ Cashier said ‘your total comes to twenty-two seventy-eight,’ I think, but I heard ‘it all comes to seventy-seven.’ Thought ‘it all comes to seventy-seven, that’s what it all comes down to’ and something about the demeanor of the cashier, who had one earphone in her ear and one hanging on her sweatshirt, and didn’t seem to be wearing a name tag or anything indicating she worked at rite aid. Checked the card reader scanning device thing and saw ‘$22.78,’ not ‘.77.’ Continued thinking ‘it all comes down to seventy-seven,’ like, dazedly obsessed with ‘it all comes down to…,’ while she bagged my things and told me to have a nice night.

2:06am: typed above thing sitting in parking space. Left nostril is so clogged I don’t know how the spray could’ve gotten in. It’s running down my nose a little, I am tilting head typing this trying to reverse gravity and funnel spray liquid up there. Man is loading something into a white van. I think he is the floor polishing man. Van is driving away.

2:09am: gravity working, nose less obstructed. Reversed car just in time to inconvenience white van, now directly behind me.

2:13am: prolonging car ride to finish cigarette/avoid productivity. I’m only allowed this one cigarette. Drive your diddly ass around all you want Boyle, you’re just getting this one cigarette, and you know you have to pee, so. Enjoy this. Enjoy this dilly-dallying you diddly peehead. Oh look, the moon. Soak up that moon, you diddly. Yeah that’s right you know how to auto-correct whatever I typed to ‘diddly,’ you sexy telepathic iPhone, sensing my desire to type ‘diddly’ somehow, but oh no you remain mysterious, why did you want to auto-correct ‘sensing’ to ‘sending,’ I didn’t even misspell it, you irresistible minx, keeping me guessing the way you do, will we ever understand each other?

2:22am: pulled into mom’s. Would be interesting if I forgot vyvanse.