"Are you lost or incomplete?"
Been kinda lazy the past few days. I got the weekend off work, but I ended up not being able to do anything. So, I stayed home, cleaned up a bit, etc. NK had off yesterday, so I managed to weasel my way out of work in the afternoon and hung out with Lindsey and John. We picked up Jacob and went to burger night. I think they hate us now, but that's ok.
I quit smoking. For real this time. Like... I actually don't want a cigarette right now. I haven't. I was kinda horrible yesterday. As soon as we left a building, I'd light up, and then snuff it again before we entered another building. But yeah... I thought about it... Thought about more important things, and that was it. I gave Jacob my last pack, John got my lighter, and I even gave them my cigarette case (though I'm not sure who actually got it). So, yeah.
I went for a walk again last night. Didn't smoke at all. I walked around outside the station talking to Stirf, staring at the shag carpet of butts and filters averywhere, but I didn't want any. I got my cup of coffee, chatted a little, and walked back.
And you know what? A cop pulled me over... I mean, it's about time! I didn't recognize this one, though. He was older, maybe 40's or 50's, but he had dark hair and a weathered, smoke-dried face... The kind of cop you'd see being played by Clint Eastwood - only he didn't pull a gun on me. He also didn't offer me a ride like they usually do... I might've taken it, too. It was kinda cold and I really had to pee... and I still had like a mile til I got home... All well, I just took a little detour and went on my merry way, music playing in my headphones.
That's about it, me thinks. Later days...
So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all
I quit smoking. For real this time. Like... I actually don't want a cigarette right now. I haven't. I was kinda horrible yesterday. As soon as we left a building, I'd light up, and then snuff it again before we entered another building. But yeah... I thought about it... Thought about more important things, and that was it. I gave Jacob my last pack, John got my lighter, and I even gave them my cigarette case (though I'm not sure who actually got it). So, yeah.
I went for a walk again last night. Didn't smoke at all. I walked around outside the station talking to Stirf, staring at the shag carpet of butts and filters averywhere, but I didn't want any. I got my cup of coffee, chatted a little, and walked back.
And you know what? A cop pulled me over... I mean, it's about time! I didn't recognize this one, though. He was older, maybe 40's or 50's, but he had dark hair and a weathered, smoke-dried face... The kind of cop you'd see being played by Clint Eastwood - only he didn't pull a gun on me. He also didn't offer me a ride like they usually do... I might've taken it, too. It was kinda cold and I really had to pee... and I still had like a mile til I got home... All well, I just took a little detour and went on my merry way, music playing in my headphones.
That's about it, me thinks. Later days...
So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all