3.2.26, 20:34

The Grinch Mints tastes better than most. It gives me an immediate rush. Heady.

I'm sipping a Grolsch. I've had about five ounces of vodka over a three-hour span. We watched an episode of South Park. It was the Christmas episode with Mr. Hanky. Heck, maybe there is more than one South Park Christmas episode with Mr. Hanky but this is the only one I've ever seen. I haven't watched much South Park. All these years later, I'm getting caught up.

My mind is wandering from one subject to the next. I was thinking about weekend plans; not having it right. Rabbit holes and worm holes. Now I'm thinking about my tax return. There's a form I should have filled out and included with the return but omitted. 8889, HSA Distribution. Technically it's a distribution to you when you use your HSA credit card for medical expenses, even though you don't actually receive the money. It's a distribution but it's not taxable. It gets zeroed out on the form so nothing carries over to income. Still, I should have reported it. [20:45]

Earlier today I smoked a joint of Good Green's Clementine. It lasted strong for 45 minutes, had another half hour of perceptible carry, then buzzed on a background level for another couple of hours at least. I could feel something, and I hadn't had anything to drink.

I did a little typing then read a few pages from a Kenn Kaufman book about birding, Kingbird Highway. On a whim my wife bought me Kaufman's most recent book, The Birds Audubon Missed, at a Barnes & Noble near a hotel we were staying at outside Oklahoma City. I read Audubon, and I liked it but it wasn't a page turner. You'd really have to be into birds to enjoy it. Kingbird Highway is a good read whether you like birds or not. It's as if Jack Kerouac were going to hitchhike around the country trying to see how many different species he could locate in one calendar year. I'll crack another beer and get back into the book...

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