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beansideAnd now it's Friday Eve! Hopefully, it'll be a quiet day. Yesterday ended up being quite busy. I ended up taking another 40 calls, even though part of the day was spent filling some cardiac slots.
Then, it was off to the dispensary to pick up sleepy time pills. It still kinda amazes me that I can just walk into a very upscale store and buy weed. Not just weed. Specially formulated weed that does exactly what I want it to, in. pill form.
Of course, coming out of the store, two dudebros were enjoying their stash in the parking lot, in the car right next to me. I had to walk through the cloud of haze and stink. Instant migraine, let me tell you.
I came home and ate dinner and immediately went to lay down. My ADHD meds were wearing off, so I was getting a little jittery, so I decided to listen to some music on youtube. Which is where this song came for my entire life.
One of our friends went to NYC Commic Con, and sent out a message to us that she was in the panel for the Lost Boys Musical, and they were about to release tickets, and would we be interested in going?
I considered, and then said yes. We head up to Broadway in April to see the show. In the meantime, they've relased a couple of the songs, and so far, they've all been pretty much bangers. And I listened to them and liked them, but I must not really have listened to the lyrics? Because last night, Wild came on, and I guess with the earphones I could really understand the lyrics, because they were like a sledgehammer.
I feel like this is me now, just slowly scrabbling out from under years of caretaking. I'm finally to the point that I can love my family to death, but feel like I can matter too.
I may have listened to the song and Patrick Wilson telling me that I could be wild again a few times.
Tonight, I have to go get my roots touched up, which desperately needs to happen.
Okay, time to get myself moving. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!
Then, it was off to the dispensary to pick up sleepy time pills. It still kinda amazes me that I can just walk into a very upscale store and buy weed. Not just weed. Specially formulated weed that does exactly what I want it to, in. pill form.
Of course, coming out of the store, two dudebros were enjoying their stash in the parking lot, in the car right next to me. I had to walk through the cloud of haze and stink. Instant migraine, let me tell you.
I came home and ate dinner and immediately went to lay down. My ADHD meds were wearing off, so I was getting a little jittery, so I decided to listen to some music on youtube. Which is where this song came for my entire life.
One of our friends went to NYC Commic Con, and sent out a message to us that she was in the panel for the Lost Boys Musical, and they were about to release tickets, and would we be interested in going?
I considered, and then said yes. We head up to Broadway in April to see the show. In the meantime, they've relased a couple of the songs, and so far, they've all been pretty much bangers. And I listened to them and liked them, but I must not really have listened to the lyrics? Because last night, Wild came on, and I guess with the earphones I could really understand the lyrics, because they were like a sledgehammer.
I feel like this is me now, just slowly scrabbling out from under years of caretaking. I'm finally to the point that I can love my family to death, but feel like I can matter too.
I may have listened to the song and Patrick Wilson telling me that I could be wild again a few times.
Tonight, I have to go get my roots touched up, which desperately needs to happen.
Okay, time to get myself moving. Everyone have an amazing Thursday!
