Pot hangovers make me more zen-like

I had some adult things to do today. I've run out of iron pills so I picked some up and I paid down my mortgage and contacted the appropriate people to change over certain auto deducts so they come out of my new bank account. I will be shutting the Bank of Montreal account down shortly. I've had that account since... man, I was a teenager? They send me a fruit basket on my birthday every year. I'm kidding. They don't do anything except ding me with exorbitant fees and feign interest when large sums of money are transferred into (and out of) my account. I don't know.
I also picked up my naughty, French, erotic, illustrated magazine from the post office today. He he.
After soaking up the sun I decided I wanted to go for Vietnamese food. The last time I had Vietnamese food was a few years ago with my dad when we were en route to catch the ferry to Lasqueti.
It was good. I brought my Vanity Fair mag and read up on the Bush Administration from various perspectives within and outside of the White House and I had a couple of glasses of wine and I was happy because it was exactly what I wanted to do at that particular moment.
And that's it.
What do you want to do at this particular moment? Do it. Everything else is irrelevant. It doesn't matter when my mortgage will be paid off or what I did last weekend. On my dad's shopping list was a motorcycle helmet.
This is it. This. Right now. This is it.
I felt a ridiculous amount of joy and contentedness as I walked down Lonsdale today. It is what it is, man. You can't change a lot of it, but if there is something that isn't giving you full satisfaction and you can cut it loose? Cut it loose: don't waste your time.