Pointless Announcements

"Hey, Jesse. Let's propagate!"

 

I lived in a coop in Berkeley.
I was the one who complained whenever someone lit up on the balcony. I am not a fan. Mainly because I'm an incredible lightweight and a contact high was more effective for me than most people's actual highs. I get high when I'm next to someone who has touched the stuff. No joke.

At the moment I'm bummed that the smell chased me out of my garden. Just as well. Probably best not to garden when I can barely walk and I was just stitched up a few days ago. I currently have vicodin in my system, too... so... that smoke messed with my head.

 

I plant Arabidopsis. Which is a weed some places, but definitely does not have the same qualities as the one someone is burning outside my home.

 

I've got plenty of Arabidopsis around here.

 

Somehow I doubt that. While its range is expansive, it isn't known to grow in the PacNW (this entire post may be dripping with sarcasm)

 

I really want a nap.

 

I could go take one. I just keep getting distracted.

 

I'm now in bed but not yet napping.

 

I just had a 90 minute massage. I'd pretty much agree to anything right now.

 

That sounds great. I could use one right now.

 

It was fantabulous.

If you can be here in time to eat it, I'd do it.

 

Great. Now I want a steak and a massage.