rewards

So, it might not be news to many of you that smoking weed diminishes one's ability to recall dreams. Indeed, this is not news to me, either. However, this summer after I significantly cut back on smoking (for the first time in four or more years), I began to recognize that I gain much more through dreaming than getting stoned. I also accomplish much more in my waking life. Still, when school started again, I fell back into my old routine of smoking all day every day. This had negative repercussion both for my internal condition and my scholastic obligations. About a week to a week and a half ago, I voluntarily cut back on smoking. Okay, it was partially involuntary, since weed costs money and I can't afford it right now, but some of you can verify that I have started turning down offers to smoke with those who can, in fact, afford it. Anyway, the point is, my dreams are returning in their fullness. They usually come to me right before I wake in the morning, but sometimes they draw me out of my sleep in the dead of night.

Sorry to have been so absent these past couple weeks. Here is the bullet point rundown of what I've been up to.

• School started
• Inundated with homework
• Social life
• Psychedelic-induced cosmic adventuring and consciousness expansion
• Sex life
• Sleep life
• Coffee
• Cigarettes
  

That's about as basic as it gets. I am working on some pieces which are full of witty literary devices and metaphor. I would say I'll have them up soon, but now that my days are full of half-fulfilled obligations, I don't want to get your hopes up. Use your imagination to read between the bulleted lines.