My OperaDay One
Wednesday, March 29, 2006 9:44:08 PM
First day with Opera, first attempt at a blog.
I should be working instead of doing this, but that never stopped me before.
Here I am hanging out in my basement, listening to music, playing on the PC. Normal day. I am now just in between the time that I do a little bit of my job and when I start smoking pot all night. Maybe not all night, but from when I finish dinner to when I go to bed. I am a Pothead, that is a fact. I function allright. I hold down a solid job, go out and see friends and family, spend time with my wife and our pets. I don't drive stoned, I don't work stoned. But, if I'm not working or driving, you can bet I'm smoking up. My friends are all about weed smoking too. I guess it's just our thing.
With me, I think it has added to my depression. I hide away down here and avoid contact with the world when I can. I watch old Seinfeld episodes and Law and Order on my TiVo.
Friends and family think I'm a good person, but I don't think so. I've done so many things that I can never tell anyone. I just want to be free of it all. I feel like I carry it around with me like a huge pack no my back. All of the white lies, misdirected truths, and just out and out lies. I can't imagine that other people are like me. I think that is why I feel so alone.
I should be working instead of doing this, but that never stopped me before.
Here I am hanging out in my basement, listening to music, playing on the PC. Normal day. I am now just in between the time that I do a little bit of my job and when I start smoking pot all night. Maybe not all night, but from when I finish dinner to when I go to bed. I am a Pothead, that is a fact. I function allright. I hold down a solid job, go out and see friends and family, spend time with my wife and our pets. I don't drive stoned, I don't work stoned. But, if I'm not working or driving, you can bet I'm smoking up. My friends are all about weed smoking too. I guess it's just our thing.
With me, I think it has added to my depression. I hide away down here and avoid contact with the world when I can. I watch old Seinfeld episodes and Law and Order on my TiVo.
Friends and family think I'm a good person, but I don't think so. I've done so many things that I can never tell anyone. I just want to be free of it all. I feel like I carry it around with me like a huge pack no my back. All of the white lies, misdirected truths, and just out and out lies. I can't imagine that other people are like me. I think that is why I feel so alone.
