Today, Monday March 19th 2012, is the first day of my concerted effort to reduce the amount of weed I smoke to apoint where it will cease to negatively affect my ability to function as a person in the real world. I’ve smoked weed regularly for the last 5 years, and for about the last 3 years my use has been heavy. You could say I’ve smoked a lot of weed. You could also say I’ve smoked fucking tonnes of weed, for quite a large portion of my recent life, and I’ve been wondering more and more whether that has been quite a sad way to spend all that time. Not to say they haven’t been good times, but when the good times never stop and the normal shit just never gets done because of it, you can see that your life is being negatively affected. At the moment, my life has pretty much zero purpose. I do what I think is a contender for easiest university course in the country - English Literature at Brighton University - even though I haven’t read a book in full in over a year. My attendance over the last two and a half years is probably around 35% and in that time I have written just 14 essays, most of which were done in the early hours of the morning in the days leading up to the deadline, while I was high. Now, I’m just over 2 months away from graduating and gaining my shitty little piece of paper which I’m sure will help me nicely along the road to nowhere down which I’m speeding, and it seems like as good a time as any to try and get some control back. Today is day 1. Day 1’s objective is to buy a bag of weed and smoke 2 joints. Ironic, I know, but it seems like a step in the right direction. The objective of days 2,3,4,5 and 6 is to smoke 2 joints a day, instead of 8 or 9 or who even knows. As a clever person once said - if you want something done, stop getting high - so let’s see how it goes.