I think it rhymes with “gristle”.

I think it rhymes with “gristle”.

Good morning, world. Happy Wednesday. I’ve been working under the assumption it was Tuesday until just typing that out. The coffee hasn’t kicked in, obviously. I woke up to sunshine in the window and Chaucer on the bed with me.

Side note: that’s the loss I feel the most after losing Mal. I miss his aggressive kitty snuggles, and I miss my nonstop little shadow nattering away at me, but I really miss him curling up with me all night.

I applied for another job, this time at a proper dispensary. I’m honestly super terrified they’ll actually call me. Up north, when Shawshank had a hookup, we didn’t get a choice in what we smoked. We just met up with and paid the guy in the parking lot of Savers. Later, when I was buying from the shop in Attleboro, I still didn’t know what the fuck I was smoking. However, I was able to try a few strains and know how it worked. The job I applied for looks like it’s more along the lines of lead cashier sort of deal, maybe a level higher than budtender but not management. On paper, I look like I have all the skills they want – except the knowledge of cannabis products and laws.

For what it’s worth, a Discord server full of stoner ladies assures me that most places are ok with being inexperienced, and that my funky hair may actually be seen as an asset. I do feel like I’ll need to find something presentable to wear, should they actually call me.

I spent much of yesterday just surfing Reddit for a while. I played some Baldur’s Gate after lunch and dinner. We’ve seen some nicer weather that last couple of days. We’re looking at some potential rain starting this afternoon, but it will be nicer than it was yesterday. Sadly, it’s just not really warm enough for me to enjoy being outside. I want to go outside and play, but it’s just not happening.

What is happening?

Nothing, really.

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