It is bed time, sadly. My eyes have decided that they're gonna make me suffer. I can't open my left eye and my right keeps watering so... Time for sleep, safe in the knowledge that tomorrow my eyes are gonna hurt... Might be a "No tags" day tomorrow. But we'll see. Gnight, all.
Gnight, all.
Weed stinks... How can people actively smoke this stuff? I don't care how good it might make you feel. That smell is rank.