need nap and burrito
Am, of late a culture slut. Art exhibits, plays, symphonies and concerts not to mention the excelling writing group and my enthusiasm for literature. Perhaps it is the onset of spring that has me so motivated or maybe, just maybe my resolve to not procrastinate even the tiniest things has revolutionized my get movin' zones. (I decided a couple weeks ago that as an experiment I wouldn't procrastinate a single thing, but instead act on things whenever I thought about them. I fear any summary will sound trite but I will say that I've written two short stories and have applied to DePaul for grad school preparation classes. Active living...what a concept). Though, I will admit that doing almost everything I think about when I think about it is exhausting. Today I will go home after work and do nothing but read (which I have been meaning to do). Does one month without smoking make me a non-smoker? For the most part I never think of them...though every now and then there is an overwhelming urge not really for nicotine but for the comfort of putting a cigarette to my lips and hearing the sweet, beautiful sound of an igniting lighter. My sense of smell is almost annoyingly acute but I am still a proud addict of salt and a bit more sensitive to the strength of red wine.