You had me at “Happy
I am half-tripping on CBD right now so either the guy who removes the THC is a slacker or the Emperor has new clothes
Last time I smoked pot I was canoeing through all kinds of gorgeous colours and thoughts, and every little thing was absolutely perfect and essential as was every big thing and I tried to memorize the feeling so that I could maybe cultivate that kind of ferocious happiness on my own, you know, learn to manually extract it from everyday life which is going okay, with caveats.
But still it was nice to get CBD oil for Christmas. I thought it might help me sleep more than five minutes in a row
So don’t ask me why I put some under my tongue just as me and Daisy went out the door this morning at sunrise. It felt sweet and relaxy at first, you know, nicely snug, but by the time we were on the trail I started getting some familiar gleanings if you will, also nice and still relaxy, but definite nudges from my old internal partners-in-crime and I was like wait a sec… Am I high?
It was like when I asked my oldest daughter if she was hungover and she said no, I’m just tired, thirsty, and have a headache
Anyway we’re back now but that was one doozie of a walk and it included a conversation with a mad scientist, a probable gnome-sighting, a bout of directional incompetence, several instances of chasing people I usually detour and being all talky with them, and a couple of near wipeouts on the freshly dusted ice which at first tickled Daisy and she laughed heartily, and then a little nervously, until it happened to her which was inevitable because the spaz won’t let me clip her nails and it was like she was trying to walk in stilettos and we pretty much both collapsed from laughing at the same time which is when the directional issue mishappened and I might as well tell you I’m not convinced we got it right.
Or is gravity just fucky today?
Also my part feels funny and I think it might be on the wrong side
Usually I can’t wait to get back home because I have a head full of sentences to get down before it all goes poof and I usually write a blog instantly, no edits, giggling or whistling or sometimes both, but today it all went poof on contact. Mostly anyway. Thank goodness probably.
Won’t be CBDing that early again. No need to nudge the beasts, you know? I prefer the way they just sort of lap the shore, untangle the words, and ready my heart
And that, friends, took nearly all morning to write.
