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The fifteenth consecutive guys weekend concluded today and my body is more than a little upset with me. It was a great time as always but that doesn’t mean mistakes weren’t made. There is a media blackout surrounding the event but on a personal note; THERE IS NO NEED FOR GUMMIES TO BE MADE THAT STRONG. If you have built up such a tolerance to THC that you need your weed to contain the strength of a rhinoceros tranquilizer then it might be time for some internal reflection.
This was completely my fault as I was warned off of a “whole one” by a party robot from the future. Already being inebriated at that point I mistook his warning as a challenge and stupidly accepted. I have a slide burn on my feet(the flipflop you slide into not a burn from the act of sliding), 1/2 face and skull burn, and a watch tan line that would make my grandpa proud. It isn’t really last night that did me in but the sum total of questionable consumption. I just ate an apple to begin a path back and my body is attacking it as a foreign invader.
I’m just going to camp on my couch drifting in and out with the hope that something good will come from my inactivity. The only thing I HAD to do when I got back was setup my patio again. This consists of unfolding my two portable swing chairs one of which was partially responsible for my odd sun exposure patterns. Once that was complete all was once again balanced in my house. I sent this shot as my proof of life this afternoon.
I am declaring myself incapable of further mental anything today. Goodnight everyone.