Back to it

Much has changed since my last entry. I ran into a good friend from high school a little over a month ago, and as my luck would (finally) have it, he was looking for a roommate. It didn’t take long for me to close on this one. I offered what little I could, and he accepted. With the shelter ordeal finally being over, I’ve just been getting used to normal living again. You know, not having to wake up at 6:30AM to be kicked out into freezing temperatures, no curfews, and most importantly, having my own space again has given me the liberty to use.

Though I am hardly a heavy weed smoker, on February 2^nd, I had bought some cheeba (while still at the shelter), and decided I was getting high, even if it meant I had to puff in my mother’s garage. That same day (a year to the day I got out of my friend’s living room and into a two bedroom in the Atlanta, might I add) turned out to be the move in date. If there was ever a time for a celebratory smoke it was then. Well that celebratory smoke turned into something of a habit for the rest of the month. I started drinking more than usual to compliment the high, but now that something of a tolerance has built the thrill is gone as they say.

On a brighter note, I am now re(eyeing) the prospects for sobriety, and that means putting down the cigarettes as well. I had about six months under my belt as I went from 3.27.12 to around October without smoking. The sad thing is I really don’t know, or at least have forgotten other ways to enjoy myself when left to my own devices. Of course there is the retail therapy that often leaves me feeling swell, but with about half of my income now going to rent, there isn’t much left over to play with. I bought a laptop, with a paycheck that was higher than average, and here’s to hope that it doesn’t put too much of a pinch or cast too dark a shadow over the spending for the next month, lest it will have to be returned (again).