I'm going away tomorrow. Away with my dad. Wonderful, fantastic, an absolute fucking nightmare. I'm going to spend New Years Eve completely and utterly sober. My money hasn't come through yet. I was going to take an eigth, but it looks like I'm going to have to use this as an opportunity to give up the cigarettes and cut back on the draw.

It's going to be a moody week for me, but I guess it's for the best. I can do it. It just won't be fun. But it means that when I get back I'll be able to get super stoned. Sigh.