That’s the other thing pot does. I don’t dream. I hate dreaming. My dreams always turn into nightmares.

I woke up in a dead panic because I dreamed that I didn’t start packing until the exact time our flight was taking off. We leave in 5 days. I’m going to start packing today.

I am never going to have a situation again like we did in Paris when we missed the train out of that shitty city. Fuck that cab driver. Ugh.