Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Now, the corner store is about three blocks away, and opens at 8:30, but there's a supermarket about two blocks in the other direction that's open twenty-four hours a day...it was at that point that I became aware, to my horror, that I was already worrying about my next cigarette, even though I hadn't lit this one yet!
I smoked my cigarette, and studied the puzzle a few minutes longer. Then I brought my ashtray into the apartment, washed it, wiped it dry and put it into my Not Wanted on the Voyage trunk.
The fact of the matter is that this hurts! I've quit smoking a half dozen times, and it never gets easy. Right now, my head is pounding, every joint in my body is aching and there are little, nasty ants biting me in places that I can't reach.
The little tosser at the back of the room with the unctuous smirk has raised his hand, and would like to ask, "knowing all of this, why did you start smoking again?" The easy and simple answer is "go @#%& yourself!"
For today, that's the best I've got. Any advice is welcome, and suggestions will be considered - just, please don't scold.
Oh yeah - wish me luck this time.