Reached home and crashed. Completely. Love taking siestas without being judged!
Met a bunch of gals. Strangely enough the loudest was the one who didn’t drink any. Reminded me of myself when I was younger.
We had a fire. Got rid of memories by burning things that evoked them. Wished for what my heart desires. I’m kinda demanding! I want it all! Hear ye, universe!
Brewed a potion… A cocktail to be more precise. Queimada. And chanted a spell in Gallego.
Quite akin to the Blair Witch Project, but the end game wasn’t revenge. It was getting high.