This one time, I was really stressed out, but I had a seemingly intelligent idea.
I was going to indulge in a purposeful smoke-squat session, from which I would emerge full of peace and wisdom, prepared and excited to write an English essay on the postcolonial fahfah stemming from the counterproductive blah blah conducive to wallytitpoofartism.
The result can be seen in the image below.
The best shopping list ever compiled, complemented by many, many hearts, of which a total of three have been coloured in.
These are the signs of genius, I’m sure.