A Post For Being Stoned

Matthew's here.
He's playing Warcraft 3 on his laptop and I'm writing a blog post (apparently) on my parents' computer. We're listening to reggae, potentially to his dismay. Meh, Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill have been making the last few days bearable. Half an hour or so ago I attempted to listen to Damien Rice's cover of Leonard Cohen's song "Hallelujah". Good artist singing a good cover of another good artist's song sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong. As it happens, I'd over-looked my previous emotional reactions to Damien Rice and Leonard Cohen, and especially, to the song "Hallelujah". Anyway, I've again fallen back on Bob and Lauryn. Or, in the matter of this particular song, Lauryn and Ziggy. Because as unbelievably depressing as some of these songs are, they can always make me feel better. Perhaps because I'm imagining being stoned in Jesse Hefling's car with Adrienne Arsenault last year. Perhaps because I'm imagining being stoned in Jamaica. Who fucking knows?
So, my parents and sisters have been out of town for the last two weeks. They were expected to come home today however now my nine-year-old sister, Rachel (AKA Pooh) is in the hospital in Montreal. She is dehydrated and hooked up to an IV. She's been there for three days and the doctor seems to be reluctant to send her home, especially on a eleven-hour car ride. In any case, the family doesn't seem to be coming home today. As long as Pooh is getting better, I don't mind being alone for a little while longer.
I've given up hope on reggae. It stopped making me happy. So I'm listening to Leonard Cohen because he's fucking God. Blasphemy makes it all okay. Haha. P.S. Although this all sounds very depressed, it's not. Okay? Okay. Good.

-1991kmh