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.