However, it is not time to talk about that (nor will it ever be). It is time to talk about The Second The Weed Wednesday Wrap-up which I'm getting the feeling will always and forever more appear on either Thursday or Friday because that's how I roll--at least one day behind, and proud of it.
1. My in-laws moved all of the stuff out of their house, which we're renting. It leaves the house with this empty we're-too-poor-to-own-furniture kind of feel. And also a wow-we-really-need-to-clean-the-floorboards kind of feel. And also a holy-crap-the-garage-is-full-of-boxes-I-don't-want-to-unpack kind of feel. And finally a hmmm-this-place-actual-feels-like-our-own-place-and-I-really-like-that kind of feel. Even though that's inaccurate. Because if we're too poor for furniture, we're WAY too poor to own home. But we're happy to be renting theirs.
2. I go to bed on time now. Kind of. In my world on time is before midnight but usually after 11:30pm. And I've only done it two consecutive nights. But it's totally possible that I will break a life-time pattern of irregular sleep habits and chronically late nights which is so ingrained in me from my family of origin (lights go off at my parent's house before 12:00 approximately... never) that I literally feel anxiety going to bed early because it feels like I'm missing something really, really important--and whose to say I won't do so this week?
It's a good thing I'm not in my bed right now, because I'd miss out on all the... stuff.
(Also, I seriously cannot tell if this is a man or a woman. Any guesses?)
(Wait, you don't know Pomplamoose? Shame on you for not reading my archives. Actually, wait, there's no shame in that at all--my archives are maudlin and very dramatic and about my childhood, but not in a funny and clever way. More in a ADHD is pretty much as bad as cancer so you should feel sorry for me and oh wait this is basically me doing my own therapy online but I don't realize it kind of way. Anyway, click here to see some of their stuff.)
The point of this story is that when I got this unexpected surprise, something inside me screamed out and said "See? See how being pathologically connected to the internet pays off? You would have totally missed this if your relationship with the Internet were even an ounce less intense than a diabetic's relationship with insulin or Lindsey Lohan's relationship to crack." Then I sat down, watched it, and allowed the dopamine rush I got to confirm, yet again, the correctness of my
4. I want this one to be short because I'm tired. How about: I did a four hour drug and alcohol assessment on Monday (called the GAIN) for the first time. Thing is, I'm pretty sure this assessment is a bit counterproductive because I've never wanted to do drugs more in my entire life than during the course of that mofo. For realz. I was almost like "Hey, man, let's just go out and get wasted..." about half way through just so we could be done and I've never drunk alcohol or done drugs in my life and never will. (Fellow professionals who read this blog, the rhetorical device I have employed here is called "hyperbole" which is an exaggeration, sometimes for comedic effect. In other words, DON'T JUDGE ME FOR TELLING A JOKE.)
5. Finally, I watched a TV show with my beautiful wife after a long, busy day on Thursday. Oh wait, that hasn't happened yet. But it's going to right now.
All right, all right. I'll include this for good measure.
(There's a bonus surprise song at the end!)