Any words before bed? An unpleasant but necessary day with myself. Accept and move on. Despite the unpleasantness, it is preparation, for the shadow demands sacrifice in exchange of the creative act.

I am stoned, but I feel compelled to make this promise to the inner observer: it is necessary to capture state in the normal consciousness. Register altered consciousness only as a conscious act, not as the ignored veil in the registration of experience.

Block vice, have a reflow plan

The deal with myself is this: I dare to be more courageous and open, without the use of marijuana. I ask of myself: do stupid things, but sober. All worthy lessons come in time of sobriety.

I debate wether to write any more insight, because I have just set myself two tasks ahead. Let things raise to their own accord.