I've got a cough like I've been yelping in Hades with the hounds of hell, for days. I've had two days off work sick. So much pot, so little time. I had such a migraine Monday morning, as I got ready for work, that I thought I my head was going to explode. Kerpow! Splat all over the kitchen the ceiling.
And yesterday? Well, I just had the taste for it. And today is my day off. Hands in the air. Raised eyebrows. I know!
I've come to my senses, however, no more pot. What was I thinking? Put childish things away.
It doesn't have that nice, funny affect any longer. I tend to smoke more and more (and more and more) in an attempt to feel funny and giggly and lovely, ending up brainless and shut down and staring at the teev, usually at porn. I lose weekends, like I did last weekend. Gone! Zap! Whoosh!
And then there is the cough from hell?
That's it, back to clean living.
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