Its that time

I have never posted in a blog or nor have I even written one. I don't even know what a blog is. But I just wanted to share with anyone who reads this. Its that time again.....sometimes you plan for it and sometimes you dont but that day comes crashing down usually when you dont really expect it. It could be a pump failure or a bug problem or whatever. Shit happens....every time. My fucking evil twin is Mr Murphy who pioneered Murphy's LAW. If it can happen it will happen. expect shit to break and problems and to arise. The second you let your guard down and everything feels great in the grow....BANG....WTF happened? I gotta make this happen NOW. No I cant make it work today, I'm sorry your short handed but Ive gotta bust out 20 plus plants NOW. I dont care that its las minute...and BTW..I wont be back for a few days...sorry...as a hang up the phone chuckling. OK..what should I do first?...this is unexpected. UMMM where are some shears? F'...I need them now...cant find them...all 4 sets. Of course brother Murphy is right there jamming me up and laughing. Start improvising is all. Grab an open box and its there...1 pair of shears. Cool..im gold. Drag out a tarp and decide to go into a cool semi dark room and start rolling. SNIP SNIP. I cant see in here. I have no extra lighting. and I'm hunched next to a desk lamp and the odor starts breaking in. And my allergies. 100 MG Benedryl and I cant breathe. and my back hurts something terrible. But its that time isn't it. OK Ive got 2 plants done and the stench is now overpowering. I knew it was a good idea to have 2 CAN filters. Drag that fucker around and turn it on...NICE. But with every snip comes another strong blast of stench. Now my fingers hurt from working and my back is on fire. Try to fire up a bowl and I cant make the lighter work.....its too gooed up with resin on my fingers...ok NO PROBLEM...finger hash..when I can find some fire later..so I amuse myself every 15 mins and roll up a ball of hash the size of a pea. After a few hrs I have lots of peas but no fire. I clean the goo off and wash up best I can and come back and the bowl grew legs and hid somwhere....with Mr Murphy no doubt and he is smoking somewhere I'm sure. OK.....8 plants down. I'm going to bed and start over in a few hrs. found the bowl...empty.
I will kill that fucker.
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