Everybody Gotta Get Stoned

I unashamedly took a second sick day. I emailed early. I smoked with abandon. Home alone, nobody to answer to. Just me and the dogs. We went for walks, me staggering just a bit, delightfully so, the dogs leading the way. (I have no idea if that was true, but it was true in my head so that’s all that really matters)

I wrote a couple of short stories, pot is great for the creative process. It makes me focus and once I focus all else just fades away. It’s really cool like that.