I haven’t had a proper cigarette in two days.

While some of you are applauding this, fuck you. I want a cigarette.

I can’t say that I haven’t smoked, because I have. I found some dried up old pipe tobacco on top of the fridge. I also dug through the butt can on the porch for a few fag-ends that weren’t quite used up. It’s just not the same as opening the deliciously raisin-scented pack of glorious glorious cigarettes and smoking them all. I question whether the coughing fits first thing in the morning are worse than feeling like I might strangle the next person to congratulate me on not buying a pack of smokes.

Moving on.

Today is Thursday. At least that is what my calendar says, anyway. That means I have a lot to do today. First thing on the agenda is a trip to the bank for Jesus. After that, I head to Lippincottonia to trim mugs. Then, a run to the bank for me. And a shower bath. Then, a trip to see Steph the Sage for a massage. Then, I am helping Nichol Pickle finish up his Science Fair project. Then, archery. After that, possibly a trip to the grocery store with the Japanese crew. Then, home again to work on my essay for history class. Rough draft is due Friday morning. Busy day today.

My plans for this weekend are pretty normal. Errands and Bones with Teacher Sis. Pathfinder at Praetoria. And lots of writing homework.

All of these plans are dependent on me not choking someone out and spending the weekend in county lockup. I hope you have a swell day. More soon. ~SC