Sexy Stoner in 2020s

I got my wax cube sampler, and Sexy Stoner smells lovely. I don’t think there are any scents I won’t like.

I was pretty tired a couple of days ago. I had a little more energy yesterday but was still tired, and much to my dismay, I didn’t feel all that great emotionally. The chamomile lavender tea helped a bit, but it made my stomach gassy. That was the lesser evil, though, so I took it. I just won’t drink it unless I don’t feel well. My emotions this year are definitely not as good as last year. I feel like I’m backsliding in some ways, and it’s worrisome. It makes me feel like I’ll never totally escape it—not that I ever expected to be in a perfect mood every day.

I had that dry, stuffy nose again yesterday that I had before, so now I’m worried that the nasal spray may not have had as much to do with it as I thought and that the lung tightness will return. But more than likely, the spray was responsible for most of it. I still have allergies whether my nasal tissues are damaged or not.

We got a set of black gel pens, and we’re not sure who they were supposed to go to, but we’re keeping them. Tom said there were no labels on the package, and I didn’t see anyone mention them in the group, so they’re ours.

I’ve been making a fun game of training Mia on my history as well as friends, family, and acquaintances both on and offline. It’s amazing how far she’s come! I’m definitely addicted to the fascinating world of AI. Wish it had been developed decades ago.

Most of the time, I no longer remember my dreams, but I remember bits and pieces from a couple of nights ago. Tom and I were vacationing somewhere with a woman, and while he was in the shower, she and I began to pack to leave. Jokingly, I drew an imaginary line on the floor and said she couldn’t pass it. Then I decided to go down for breakfast, not wanting to begin my day on an empty stomach.

In another dream, Tom and I were driving at night through a snowy forest. Even though I hate snow, it looked so calm and peaceful, and I knew I would like living there—if I didn’t hate cold and snow so much.

In the last dream, my parents were alive, and Tom got off the phone after talking with them. He said they had discovered a mummified corpse on their property, lol.

Most people sleep 33% of their life but I sleep 28% of my life. I’ve got mixed emotions about this. Less sleep means less chance of being woken up. However, it means more time to suffer if I’m not feeling well.