So yesterday went off without incident. I didn't smoke any cigarettes and I had one cup of coffee-- granted, I had nothing to do aside from walking Toby.
Today, though, I was going strong. My stash of Lucky Strikes ran out two nights ago, so I figured I'd take that as a good excuse to excuse my lungs for the next few months. But then AJ came into the coffee shop. I told him I was taking a break, which he took to mean that I was taking a break from work and that'd I'd love to step outside and burn one. I didn't feel like explaining, nor did I feel like awkwardly standing out in the cold while he smoked, so I joined him. I feel like that airport sign in the Simpsons that read something like "Crash-free since Tuesday" as a plane in the background is crashing. I don't plan on dwelling on the subject much more, but I always say that and the dwelling never caves in.
I'm trying to read more, lately. Well, that's not exactly true. Sometimes I get weird hankering the constantly read, much the way that I do to smoke a lot of cigarettes or strictly eat beneficial foods. After I finish this book of essays, I plan on reading As I Lay Dying, then either Demons or The Idiot. That may be a tall order, especially with my friends being in town and the amount of drinking that usually takes place (not to mention my week backbone that I displayed earlier this evening).
Oh, Life, your beauty is not always visible from the windows in this coffee shop.
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