Sunday morning cruise through the snow globe on the search for nourishment for my body and soul. A garlic butter bacon burger for the body, Gov’t Mule for the soul yep
Come back home and Dad has started a grow lab for flowers in the garage. I’m not sure what to make of it, I’ll chalk it up to a mid life crisis hobby. Hoping for some April showers next month.
Got girlsplained Taylor Swift for like 45 minutes, show up late to brunch with the fellas and get ridiculed for a hickey I didn’t know I had. Rough start to Otto’s Saturday
Live update thanks to free Wi-Fi: chill zyn and ginger ale is a great combo, nothing different than at sea level though. Gonna tear up this biscoff cookie after the zyn wears off. Au revoir!!
Weird foggy weed hangover and the crew just loaded up for Nola without me, gonna fire up some Gov’t Mule and get lost on these country roads. Keeping an eye out for a gas station for lotto tix
Had what I can only describe as a vision last night, an unknown woman in Shaw’s class reaching her hand out to me. I feel like Paul Atreides. “No mother I can’t go to the South (home for Easter)”