It’s been busy lately. Not the pressing type of busy but the type of busy where there’s always something to do and you find yourself constantly mentally crossing tasks off an endless list.
The last time I posted, it was the last night at my old place with no bed or much else really.
I had semi-plans to read but it didn’t happen. While I was laying there getting pressure sores from the hard floor, I remembered the gift the old guy gave me.
It’s a marijuana edible type of deal. There wasn’t anything else to do so I figured now would be a great time to try this out.
Apparently, you’re supposed to put a few drops in your mouth. You can just swallow it or let it sit under your tongue for faster effects. When you try to get high, you find yourself constantly asking yourself if you are high yet. It wasn’t until I was falling asleep I noticed the high kick in. To me, it was much better than smoking marijuana but I fell asleep in 5 minutes so I can’t really give a good review. I’ve always found marijuana in any form to be a good sleeping aid.
Moving is like cancer in that there is nothing good about it. Well, at least with cancer it may relieve you from your duties in life. Moving just adds to them. You would think the big heavy items would be the most burden but I find that the many small semi-useless pieces are the most annoying.
Ummm…should I keep this?..hmmm…(sigh)..ughh
The hoarder instinct vs the aspiring minimalist mentality have a shoving match.
My mother’s place is much bigger than the place I was staying at. I feel like an animal in a bigger cage now.
The woman working at the volunteer place said she would call me today. She asked me in the email if I am able to drive so I’m guessing she wants to place me driving an old or disabled person around or to them. I guess we’ll see.