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Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell

Tonight I had two hauls off a joint. I got high... it's been a long time since I've been high. I quit smoking pot about 3 years ago, as it was getting really bad for me. It was getting me depressed, out of shape, and lazy. I also believe it lowered my testosterone level.

Quitting pot was one of the best things I've ever done for myself. Being off the herb made me feel better physically, and especially mentally. I've only had vague cravings for it since then... nothing I would even call cravings really. I felt so good about quitting, I did not really miss it at all.

I don't think I'll do it again... it was kinda fun tonight, and reminded me of some good times. But deep down I know what it does to me, and I don't want to go back there.

I'd like us all to take a minute now to have a good thought for my friend Hilary's poor cat, who died this week. Sheep may well go to heaven, and goats to hell, but I think the souls of our pets get re-incarnated as other animals. This thought just came to me tonight... and I'm sure the pot I smoked is adding value to this increasingly rambling sentence... but that's just how I feel.

Peace.

Slice of life

Do you ever wonder what your life has become?

I mean, have you found yourself in a situation, or a routine that surprises you when you stand back and look at it?

It's midnight, and here I am... in Calgary (who could have predicted that one year ago)
... counting my tips from the bartending gig (I've always wanted to bartend)
... watching Coronation Street (I started watching for the cute gay character, now I'm hooked).

I guess all I'm trying to say is, you never know where you're going to end up, and taking pleasure in the surprises and new ideas, and new challenges and new people is fun. So far it's fun.

Gigging news: I've secured a job as Assistant Stage Manager on the Calgary Stampede Grandstand Show. It's two and a half months of full time work. The "Young Canadians" Grandstand Show is apparently the largest outdoor show in the world.

I may also have some tough desicions to make in regards to other job opportunities in the near future. Does the phrase "be careful what you wish for" mean anything?

Here's a tangeant: do you think some kid has ever thought it would be cool to lose a hand or a limb in an accident because of those War Amps commercials that show happy successful kids with cool hockey stick attachments for their prosthetic limbs? I dunno, it looks kind of cool to me.