September 22, 2015
I'm in full awfulizing mode. Instead of dealing with something that will turn out to be merely a recurring chore, I'm letting it sit and I seethe. I should take a drive. I want a smoke. It's insidious, that desire to smoke. It's just under the skin. I want it. I need it. I gotta have it. I told Mom long long ago that if you never start then you will never know what you're missing. It's that curiosity that killed the person. Cancer cures smoking, most times. Sometimes, it's just a road bump. Beware the road hump ahead. Dude.