Yes, folks, it’s time for change. Barack Obama is president of the United States, gas prices are steadily falling, and I actually have a job. I know, it looks weird to see it in text, staring me in the face. But it’s true. I am an official full-time employee. I work 9 to 5 every weekday. I probably have a lunch break somewhere in there. I don’t make a salary but I make more an hour than I ever have before (which, if you knew what I made an hour prior, would make you pity me, I’m sure).
The grand irony is that I work with a bunch of potheads. It’s all topsy turvy, man! Black is white, up is down! Fortunately they’re all really cool people. They were at my house last night, in fact, when I came home from Buffy rehearsal and found out a party was happening. It was some dude’s birthday. All I know is that I ate like a king! If kings eat buffalo wings, at least.
It’s been probably a year since I really smoked pot, too. The party at NORML doesn’t count because I was more drunk than anything. But last night I had two hits and was reminded how much I don’t like smoking pot. Chances are it was potent stuff, but I spent most of the night being quiet and relatively melancholy. I wasn’t sad, just … fuzzy. I felt fuzzy. Which would’ve been fine if I didn’t have a throbbing headache. So I was talking to people on AIM with a headache and totally high. I didn’t like it.
I guess I just have to be in the right situation to enjoy myself. Oh well. I feel kinda bad because it works so well for my brother but to each his own, I guess. I’m just glad I could do it cause there’s no drug testing for me in the immediate future. Thank god.
But it truly is the end of an era for this blog. I’m not quitting or anything, don’t worry. It’s just that when I started this blog on blogspot I was writing tons of posts about my hunting for a job and now I have one! So I have to alter my intentions! It just feels so strange!
December is becoming a quiet month for me. Things are falling into place everywhere. Next year is going to finally feel like I live (and belong) in Portland. I can’t wait.
