Dying To Travel!

Literally dying to travel right now but I feel like I can’t go anywhere with Corona and now Omni Ron. When looking for a mental getaway I call lucky Chuckie because they have the best weed delivery service in dc. Today I smoked some icelato which made me feel like it was Friday. This is the best way to get weed in dc.  I got up, watched a few hours of the news as I stared out at the national monument from my apartment window. This time of year I feel like I should be at a Christmas party at the Building Museum enjoying champagne and passed hors d'oeuvres.......

I think of Christmas as being fancy for some reason. The concierge in my building is talking about quitting for the 900th time today as I walk through my building lobby only to see a pile of packages next to the Christmas tree. Must have been 45 packages for her to sort through and notify residents. I dont blame her for being pissed. The volume of work has increased tremendously but she never gets paid more. I feel like that sometimes too. I would be exhausted if that came in 4 x a day but she’s still here and has been for the last I don’t know how many years. But she’s cool, everyone likes her. Like most DC concierges she has this incredibly scary quality when you first meet and they are like the police for about a month until they start remembering your name.

Make you feel bad for asking for shit, but like in a clever like leave me alone kind of way. I respect that. I should give her some butterfingerz strain for Christmas.  I feel trapped in zoom life. I have been hitting the bong smoking icelato just to feel something. My apartment smells like a 24 hour dispensary.  It’s very difficult having the city around you but not venturing out because you have to work to be in the city that you love but because you work you don’t enjoy it as much as you want to. Tonight I’m going to switch to smoking white gushers. I like this life DC.