Tess Got Stoned

Through a joyous collaborative effort, a scale of highness must be invented. Highness will be measured by symptoms. Here are some I can name offhand:

"I am swallowing rainbows"
"I am making puppets by dipping my fingers in hummus"
"Maybe I'm dead"
"Reggae is so good"
"Why can't everyone just love each other?"
"No one likes me"/"Everyone is only pretending to like me"
"My mouth is a desert where moisture comes to die"
"My body is a metropolis and I am its god"
"Everything is so significant"
"I am too scared to go to the store to buy cookie dough"
"Am I peeing my pants?"
"I only know that I am having a serious discussion about something"
"Everything I say is totally ridiculous because I'm high"
"I can't be in public right now"
"Do I always think like this?"
"This is fucking hilarious. Why didn't I notice before? Maybe I took it for granted when I was sober"
"I am utterly alone because no one can possibly understand me"
"What if I never get sober?"
"Time is like a series of Venn diagrams"

These are generally cohesive enough to lump into categories. I don't think this is a linear scale, but maybe one like a bullseye with sobriety in the center.