I felt so bad for everyone who ended up in a conversation with me tbh. I don't usually talk a ton irl cause social anxiety and my brain injury fucks with my train of thought and verbalizing, but I had 3 very strong mixed drinks and I literally could not stop. The cool thing is hubby kept sticking stoners in the chair next to me so I got to talk weed the whole time. But once I get going on a good info dump there's no stopping it
had like, half a consultantation with a non smoker who wants to find a specific kind of weed for mental health stuff before someone else swooped in and I never got back to the conversation.