Even April Fools Can Learn

Woke and stayed up early again, so I preemptively called out sick. I never do, but I've maxed out my PTO, and I finished all my work up to the time I clocked out before the holiday. So it's not like I'd have nothing to do at all, but it was almost entirely pride keeping me from using that time.

I paid rent when I woke up, but didn't really have any plans for the day, so I got high instead. I'm learning to manage dxm, and what the various levels of high all do. Higher levels seem to mimic ketamine, and I can explore those dark corners all safely bubbled up, while lower levels seem like they potentiate weed. Even better, it seems like there are after-effects that keep potentiating. Since they're so different, it keeps me from overdosing, and as an added bonus, it should help me stave off the dreaded Tolerance, which apparently lasts much longer with dissociatives. Might even be permanent.

Julian got word that he got the place! Just needed a $500 deposit. I had him forward their email to me, got confused and tried to Zelle the money to them, then figured it out, withdrew $500 cash from my bank and deposited into their account at BofA. Since I was stoned, though, I was terrified of accidentally putting it into the wrong account. BofA only had one teller working and a massive line, so good thing I was off. I stopped at the store on the way back, but even though it was early afternoon, the place was packed and there was no parking above or below. I decided to make a theme of letting go of these absurd "rules" for myself for the day, so much like I used PTO, I also asked Julian to pick up some generic Splenda on one of his evening beer runs. He bought *two* big bags and cat treats! I thanked him profusely, but he pointed out I just gave him $500, so more than warranted. Obviously, I'm thrilled to be swimming in Splenda, but Julian being so willing to do stuff and start to feel and act on gratitude is thrilling.