my mum just walked over with the dog because she was nice enough to buy me smokes and even stop by for them. dale is upstairs talking to her. my friends just came over for lunch and we smoked up. and the bong is sitting on the table. i don't like associating such things with my mother and i feel horrible about it right now. it's funny because mark and i were talking this morning about smoking and being paranoid opposed to how we used to be. i don't think i've ever recorded a paranoia trip, but my heart is beating far too fast. i think it just goes to show that i do want to be responsible, and that in many senses, i am. dale's coming...