cbg/thc edible good. had a 50mg/50mg for a total of 100mg😌 what pain? i’m reading an American Scientist article on the Cosmic Microwave Background and primal radiation and chilling with coffee i’m still a little too nervous to finish it off though because uterus pressure. no dry heaves today pls ty.

cbg gummy ftw!
i might be a tad stoned later.
studio folks already have very little to worry about. i’ve been without glasses for almost a year now. if they do attend the talk i won’t even be able to see or recognize them unless we’re up close and personal so if they leave me alone we’ll all be fine

i wish the bookstore sold popcorn.

i is in pain but lunch with the Quakers was good and i still has a free cookie that was given to me earlier while vending.

considering i am having heavy period cramps i might get a weed gummy to help with pain levels today which will at least also make me super chilled out at the talk tonight. still have plenty for a book, maybe both books and a cup of tea… we’ll see 👀

When I emailed Wilson’s office with my concerns in October, they responded with boilerplate talking points that suggested I was wrong to question how they are failing to provide the services people actually need and want.

i find this whole thing hilarious actually because it is not unexpected and it means i am effective enough to be considered a nuisance. yippie!

now back to vending while listening to opb until i can find kboo on headphone radio

oh! and i wrote three morning pages at a cafe after i got breakfast with a gift card this morning. i do still need to get back to a comrade who offered a free professional massage session. that was/is my therapy homework.

dude i’m seeing knows as i was texting him through it and then i apologized for my immaturity with getting drunk and ruining the studio heads dinner party but he understood too and told me there was no need for apologies. he understood the need for closure even if we don’t often get that in life.

my therapist and i have an awesome rapport as well and he just called me. he knows. i told him the piss story and he understands the concept of guerilla street theater. i got the catharsis i need even if closure isn’t a reality.

found a place to just sit and draw for awhile and write about my experiences in the shelter on bluesky and then i went to a corner store and got a them y dinner that i are in the way back to the shelter where i slept like a log last night actually. that was my entire day.

i got a phone call from my therapist saying someone had called in,0 misgendered me and didn’t even know where i was but was trying to say i was acting erratic? i literally was vending papers yesterday, went to photography class, finished making a photo book at the day center and then