I don’t know who came up with the idea that it takes more energy to hate than to love. I’ve heard on tv that it takes more muscles/muscle power to frown than it does to smile, but I’ve never taken the time to research that. Could be a total crock of shit. I do know that, nowadays, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to muster up cordiality. And I guess it shows like some giant wart on my forehead because “what’s wrong Ron?” seems to be the question of the week. Don’t get me wrong, I’m appreciative of the concern, but can a brotha’ be a neutron? I’m starting to believe that the 3+ weeks of not being able to hit the gym has taken its toll; maybe my mother was right when she said it was my therapy. Although, I’ve admitted that, so I guess that’s not really a solved mystery. I suppose the real puzzle is what was the catalyst for my current state, and how can I dodge it next time it decides to surface.

That grapefruit indica is never around wh….oh, shit lol I got 2 seeds out that bag. Note to self: stop at Home Depot for bags of soil.

(hey big brother, totally kidding.)