Allow me to scream into the void for a bit: my dog, who is my absolute best friend in the whole world, will be going in for major life saving/altering surgery tomorrow morning. It is a risky surgery, but necessary for her to extend her life beyond a maximum (and likely miserable) year or two more.
In Chicago, one of my favorite buildings is the Carbide and Carbon building, which often gets overlooked amongst the other architectural marvels of the city.
So the wife and I go to the dispensary today and I decide to get a little something for myself (I normally just bum off of her) and I decide to pick up some vape cartridges and a new battery. After running in circles the staff could only sell me one type of battery…
Here I’ll post the same exact response to this exactly the same way I did when that whole saga unraveled in real time, since Doug apparently didn’t learn the first time.
