Is this in any way related to your very-vague vague post from a few pages back where you said you where in a bad situation but everything went well in the end?
No, it's related to the "I had too many edibles" situation from a few
more pages back.
A friend* gave me a bit of weed chocolate, and it didn't do much.
Days went by, and I got more weed chocos from her, so I decided to eat twice as much as I had the first time.
This was a bad decision.
Maybe these were stronger.
Maybe there's a sweet spot between these two amounts.
I don't know. I haven't tested further.
But it was a
difficult night.
*If anyone remembers, I posted about a month or two that I met a girl and talked and flirted for a while. I said I didn't expect it going anywhere, but that it was still a good sign for me to have flirted at all and enjoyed the exchange.
It didn't go anywhere, as I predicted, but we did become friends.
I did not mention at the time, the chocolates she sells are, obvious to you by now, the weed kind.
The Scary Situation, Tho
It's unrelated.
I had also mentioned I might adopt a blind greyhound.
I'm in the process of it. It's still not official in terms of the rescue foundation's procedure, but come on, I'm not sending him back by now.
The scary situation is that when I went out to buy some stuff, despite it seeming impossible from all the windows having bars and other protections, the blind dumbass noodled out of the apartment through a window (first floor, thankfully), and when the concierge tried to bring him back into the building, he thrashed around a bit and accidentally hurt the guy's arm; he himself would later say it was not a bite, just a scratch that looked a lot worse than it really was.
Regardless, the concierge had to go to emergencies to had the injury treated, and for a couple of hours I, my kid, her mom, and the people of the rescue foundation were all scared that:
-I might get in trouble with the building's administration, maybe forced to leave
-The authorities may investigate the dog and maybe take it away
Nothing happened, in the end. The concierge came back all laughs and told me it wasn't a problem, didn't even let me compensate him for expenses (as he said it was all covered).
Just making sure everything is fully closed when I leave him alone, the stupid blind escape artist.
I don't usually dox things from my personal life but here he is by the way.
