I was home last night, all night. After having dinner (prepared sushi from the new Giant Eagle, some aged gouda, and a bottle of Toasted Head viognier wine) my judgment must have been off.
I filled my Zippo and bought a pack of Marlboros.
I had one standing in my driveway, got light headed with a cold sweat and nauseous, and went inside. This morning I lit one when I pulled away from the house, and another while sitting on the inner belt and tossed both after two drags. When I got to the shop I threw the remaining 17 into the dumpster.
I have no idea what I was thinking. None.
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It is funny, every now and then I think about smoking. I've been in the store and I've considered buy a pack. Haven't done it though.
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