I pickup my cannabis from the weed store on my way cabin from labor in the days

Now that we are into sunshine savings again, it’s getting darker earlier in the night.

Before I would drive cabin from labor and get a chance to see sunlight for an hour or 2.

Now it’s getting dark by the time I get cabin following my long drive back. It’s frustrating to experience only a few hours of sunshine if you’re working 3 shifts between the afternoon and night hours. The worst area of my drive cabin is dealing with rush hour traffic while my eyup are still decreasing to the darkness. I hate dealing with people who won’t safely merge onto the interstate, putting countless lives at risk because they’re too timid to step on the gas enough. I can’t imagine the mental dance of a woman who puts themselves at higher risk of fatal injuries while allegedly trying to avoid that honestly same thing. One of the few positives about my drive cabin from labor in the night is being able to stop at a weed store to option up my number one cannabis products. These cannabis pick-ups always involved jars of sticky flower buds or syringes of cannabis distillate oil that I use to fill empty vape cartridges. It’s wonderful getting cabin with my haul of marijuana products and sitting them out on the living room table to see them all. The experience is enough to ease my anxiety after a long afternoon of working at the office for irritable directors with exhausting anger management skills. At least I can know better knowing that I’m just hours away from getting blasted out of my mind with cannabis.

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