I was expecting sleepless nights, lack of appetite, boredom, all those normal horrible things you hear from stoners who get cut from the umbilical cord of happiness. Instead, it wasn't bad at all.
Today is day twelve for me. I honestly can't recall the last time I went this long, it's got to have been four years or more.
There aren't any good reasons to simply stop blazing, just for the sake of stopping. Drug tests, dealer dry, etc. happens once in a while; I'm not talking about any of that. I have recently come across some very temporary financial issues, and I literally had money for food, and not much else. I was forced to cut out picking up for at least a couple weeks. I got so nervous for like, ten seconds.
What is there to say about taking a break? I have hardly noticed a goddamn thing, expect I do have a little more trouble falling asleep... I think? I miss wake n baking the most, but honestly, from at least twice a day for four years, to a hiatus... Shit doesn't faze me.
I'm getting a refund on a scholarship that my University just accepted (FINALLY), and when that bad boy comes in the mail... I'm cleaning the bong, adding green apple water flavouring, fresh ice cubes, and I'm packing two pyramid party bowls with crystal topping sprinkles and going to the roof of my apartment to look at the city