Monday, Bloody Monday

no, its not actually a very bloody day. all is well. no lacerations or amputations. i just don't know anymore... so many little things to report... well, lets start somewhere.

my little plants, that i watered before i left on friday... oh they're doing so well! though i continuously (needlessly) worry about it, the rue continues to be taller than the lemon balm, even though both are growing quite nicely. the mint looks lovely and happy. all the lilies have sprouted and some are even nearing the point when they're buds will develop. the onion plant, i worry about, because it remains so damp, but i hadn't watered it in two weeks, so i watered it on friday also, and its not dead yet, and i think it'll be fine. its not picky. so in short, my little office garden is providing the lovely respite from work crap that i hoped it would, and it is my little spot of green and soil, and smells and earth and life, and all those things that, somehow, i really seem to care about. i wonder if i might not even be able to get two blooming seasons out of the lilies since they'll have bloomed by the time march comes to a close, in all probability. ahh, gardening. and yes, i understand i have an unhealthy obsession with my babies. (note that i call them "my babies") but its nice to nurture something.

this weekend. this last weekend was The Weekend of the Mushroom

allow me to explain... i didn't take any mushrooms, but my brother and two of his friends did indeed go shrooming friday night at our house. i showed up late to the party, a half hour or so into their journey, but i smoked a bowl to catch up (no shrooms for me) and then we passed the pipe around. but things rapidly became quite a journey. zach and david were just staring off the roof, zoning, staring at their hands, all manner of clear-cut trippage. stephen had a bad case of the giggles, but he eventually began to really trip. hard. and he was so scared all the time... he is not a very developed individual, and the shrooms totally were more than he could handle.

but so we started on the roof. lotsa cigarettes. i was really friggin' stoned, and yet, i am the sanest person left to recount this journey, because man were those guys just fucking out of it. we eventually got off the roof (much to my relief... visions of the ambulance showing up and our sodden asses trying to talk to the emts while the one who fell gets carted into the van...) and we went walking. brief issue as mom pulled up while we were only a few houses down the street, but zach said something to her, about just going for a walk, we hid the cigarettes (not very well, i'm sure) and we were off! (to the races!)

so we walked, and journeyed through the neighborhood. for a long long while. an hour and a half, two hours. streetlights were a problem. we had to physically guide stephen past them. otherwise he would have stood staring in awe, making little sniveling noises. zach was surprisingly with it. i was impressed. we walked and walked, and probably looked really suspicious. eventually we ended up in a little ravine behind an apartment complex. we smoked the rest of the bud, and at some point each of us was like, "why are we here?" all of us (save stephen) landed on the answer "because its where we are" and that was good enough for us. but stephen. grr... such an irritation to have to babysit his ass. but other than that, an interesting evening, and i totally want to go shrooming sometime.

so that is that. i should go do some work now, as i listen to kelis. at work. singing about doing it in public. i am a bad boy. or so i will tell myself.