Posted by admin on November 28, 2007
Today was a pretty good day. I ended up having a puff, which is not good, but I have identified the pattern that leads to these relapses and will close off that opportunity. I have some friends coming in to town this weekend, so I will be busy with them and be able to get a couple of days under my belt.
Next week, I am not allowed to go and hang out at the local pub. I may extend this all the way through to Christmas. Each time I have messed up, it has been from meeting up with folks there. This is clearly an old habit and way of thinking that I need to change.
I did, however, sleep like a baby last night. In my first week, I went from smoking about 25 times to only 3. This is progress. Progress is all I am looking for, perfection comes later.
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Posted by admin on November 21, 2007
I went out tonight, around 9:00 to a local pub to have a couple pints, well this girl tells me her friend digs me, then her friend and I chat for a while. They both leave after getting my number and calling my phone. I headed home around 1:00 am, and I turned on my oven to hot knife the last of my pot (the 2 roaches). I was about to stick the knives in the oven, when I hear a knock on the door. So I answer it, and its a guy telling me the third floor is on fire (no joke). We head up to check it out, and its the apartment of a girl I had met a couple weeks ago. I knock on the door and she answers, she says she has burned some steak, because she fell asleep as it was cooking. We talked and then hooked up for a bit, but I didn’t want to stay because of the weed that I had to smoke and the oven element I had left on! On the back of my mind was the thought that I wasn’t stoned and could be. Just goes to show how my marijuana addiction interferes with my daily operations.
So I went home and smoked the two roaches. I also found a tiny piece in the microwave on top of my old container.
I hear another knock on the door. But this time I am stoned and paranoid, I creep up and its the girl from upstairs, I had left my glasses. She could smell the pot on me and didn’t look impressed. Weed has has been a problem in many of my relationships. All too often, I have chosen the comfort of mary jane rather than a real woman.
Looks like quit day is tomorrow. I still believe I am on the right track…Just getting rid of the last of it. Regardless, tonight was fun.
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