When you pull that last solid hit and you're basking in your stoned-ness so you start craving something sweet and you immediately dive into the brownies you found resting sweetly on the counter.. but then you wondered when the last time you baked was, then your eye shoots over to your baggie of weed and remembered that you only baked so you could make weed brownies.

Y'all, I might OD to hypersensitivity and watching the waves of Alt_J's funky groovy music consume ever atom of my being.

And so it begins.