I can't even get near my weed (to cure my pain), because the mother of my children forbade me (at 6:45 a.m.) of entering my attic (where everything I've been working on, for the past few weeks, is). No, I'm not talking about working on anything Cannabis-related. I mean, I've been reviewing material that I own, in order to jostle my memory back to where it was before my coma.

I am now in brain-trauma and pain hell, and, I have herb. :stoned:

Now, to other news. I am pretty sure that you're going to have a better day than me. Enjoy it.