This past Saturday afternoon I took a weed edible by myself and passed out. When I woke up around dinner time I had no interest in going out. I stayed in and went to bed early. I woke up refreshed on Sunday and made a list of goals for my day in no particular order:

  • Get my car washed
  • Go grocery shopping
  • Get a coffee
  • Start my new book
  • Call my dad
  • Write in my journal
  • Run

By 11:00am I was half way done and felt great about myself. By the end of the day I’d checked everything off my list. What. A. Day.

As I was getting my car washed at 9am I felt… excited? I don’t know. The idea of taking my new car in for its first wash on a Sunday morning was new and exhilarating. Even browsing the Whole Foods was exciting. I usually go to Acme. Whole Foods is a WHOLE different world. I could walk around there for 30 minutes just looking at stuff saying ‘ohh that looks good‘ but not actually buying anything.

My point is, this is the kind of shit that your dad brings you along for when you’re 9 years old and you wonder how old people could ever find this stuff ‘fun’.

I specifically remember my dad taking me the Dick’s Sporting Goods when I was around that age, and I was antsy because the new Spongebob episode started at 10am. He’s trying to decide between a chain net or a cloth net for our basketball hoop at home and I could not have been less interested.

At 30, I think I’m officially ‘old’. Maybe ‘adult’ is a better word.

The only thing I’m clinging to that’s keeping me young is blacking out. I don’t like doing it, but it happens every now and then. Once I stop blacking out then it’s game over. Just put me in the ground.