incidentally: waaaaaaaaaaaugh :)

I've been dreaming obsessively of dispensaries AGAIN. Last night it was a half-abandoned mall. I'm not even sure what state it was supposed to be in, but it was like the utterly cored-out dead mall in my hometown... except that instead of a shitty culty megachurch being the only remaining sign of life there, the only thriving businesses were a bunch of weed shops that had just moved in.

They were all ultra-sketchy and had lines 20-minutes long, but had THOUSANDS of strains in neat little dot-matrix printed catalogs, and nothing was above $70.

I'm gonna fuckin cry. I hate Louisiana (even if I am kinda grudgingly coming to love New Orleans), I hate Republicans, and I want our piece of shit DINO gateway-drug-believin' boomer fucknard governor to die of something curable with cannabinoids. >____<