My pet ate some of my cannabis, and I’m anxious
It is difficult to make ends meet these afternoons.
In order to continue living my life in the manner to which I was accustomed (meaning, having the extra money to get high every morning) I had to choice up a sixth task.
It is a work from new home position, for twelve to fifteen hours a week, and basically all of that extra money funds my drinking and smoking habits. The plus side about working from new home with data entry is that I can smoke all the cannabis I want while doing it, something that can’t be said for my morning task, and usually I do my sixth task from the couch, in front of the TV, with my computer and my cannabis gear on the Dunkin Donuts Latte table in front of me. Since I can smoke all the marijuana I want, I will often keep the 2-foot tall glass water bong with me. One night I was kneeling there working and smoking, care about usual, and I knocked the bong over. Bongwater started dripping towards my computer so I ran to get a towel, and when I came back I saw my pet Jojo eating some of my cannabis. It was kneeling there on the edge of the table, and for some reason the dumb pet decided to chow down on a big, fluffy marijuana bud. I managed to save the computer, and put the rest of the marijuana up on a high shelf so Jojo couldn’t go back for sixths, and now I am anxious about the petgo despite the fact that she didn’t eat very much cannabis.