While I haven't missed the beer nearly as much as I thought I might, smoking dope has been a completely different story altogether. Now you chime in: "It's been a completely different story."
I find that while I used to be entertained for hours by Scrabble games on the computer and random television, my evenings seem a bit more boring now. My programs don't seem to have the same pizazz. On the plus side - I haven't had the desire for late night snacks and junk food. Mostly I stopped smoking dope because of the munchie factor and my desire to drop the pounds before the wedding. I also have absolutely no memory and that concerns me. But I love it. I love smoking dope. There. I said it. Cuff me.
The worst "side effect" so far has been the oh-so-vivid dreams. Good lord. Last night I dreamed I was hanging out with the ex that dumped me when I was about 22 years old. He had just separated from his wife and was spending his birthday alone. I knew I was engaged and I knew if someone were to see us together there'd be trouble. Sure enough, his entire family came by. Then my family did. Then I was transported to Carriage Square which is now little more than abandoned buildings. I was being shot at by semi-automatic weapons out of the back of a Ford van. You know the kind - no windows, boxy, very 70s kidnapper van. Then I'm in Bakersfield checking out a house for my brother's friend Freddy Brown and I have no shirt on so I'm constantly trying to cover my boobies...
Yeah. That's all. I miss the cannabis. It hasn't even been 4 whole days.