this week sucks.
i have an exam on tues and 2 hw assigments and a presenation due wednesday.
i woke this morning craving an omelette and realized my omelette pan was crazy dirty from prior egg adventures.
and for some reason, i have been consistently craving cigarettes for the past several days. james left a message for me on V-Day inviting me to have smoke and a chat with him. maybe it’s the MASS flashback giving me the jitters. all i know is that this better go away before the uber-panic bombshell falls and sends me to the Quix.
it sucks feeling like i can’t control this.
one thing i’ve had on my mind lately is moving. i know that if i get a job in a city where i have no friends, then i will almost certainly start smoking again. it’s pathetic and lonely, but most likely true. so the solution is to devote myself to getting a job in a place where i know people, or where the city has so much of it’s own character and warmth that i will not need to seek unhealthy friendships like the one i have with nicotine.
London calling?
Follow up:
Now that I’ve let my mind run amok, I am seriously thinking about taking up smoking again until I have more motivation to quit. (Last summer was soooo easy compared to this.)
Sigh, I hate excuses.
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