After about a month abstaining from THC (reasons for abstinence worthy of a whole other post), I *had* to smoke some pot last night.

The nightmares, man. I can’t. I couldn’t continue with that torture. The last straw was a bad dream with my nephew in tears. I cannot abide that kind of pain.

So! Smoked a little to suppress dreaming. I need a fucking break from that bullshit. There is a fucking limit, and last night I reached it.