last night was really the first night i started to think ill about the short future ahead of me without weed...

it felt kind of bleak. sad that i wouldn't get to smoke for close to a month, but sad that i was already starting to doubt myself.

it would feel sooooo good to get soooo high right now, but it is going to feel even better on March 22 to take that first bong rip and go "I fucking did it".

I hope i don't eat my words! It would be very much in my character if in another week i went "Why was I waiting a whole month? 2 weeks is fiiine!" But that's irrational justification... 2 weeks is fine, of course, but that wasn't my goal.

And I are going to start sticking to my goals.