Smoking :: The Final Fuck You
So I've quit smoking.
So far I'm feeling really good about it.
Yesterday I cleaned my ashtrays - they are now candle holders.
One was being particularly obtuse, wouldn't come clean, so I left it in the sink to soak.
I get back from a nice long walk this evening, decide to get the dishes done before bed.
I finish up all the dishes, then tackle this last ashtray.
I'm just scrubbing the last little bit of it, and somehow it breaks clean in two, slicing open my thumb.
Not a huge cut, but it was like the final little death keel, a send-off.
Funny thing is it's the same thumb that just healed from my fondue fork attack last week.
That is all.
xo
So far I'm feeling really good about it.
Yesterday I cleaned my ashtrays - they are now candle holders.
One was being particularly obtuse, wouldn't come clean, so I left it in the sink to soak.
I get back from a nice long walk this evening, decide to get the dishes done before bed.
I finish up all the dishes, then tackle this last ashtray.
I'm just scrubbing the last little bit of it, and somehow it breaks clean in two, slicing open my thumb.
Not a huge cut, but it was like the final little death keel, a send-off.
Funny thing is it's the same thumb that just healed from my fondue fork attack last week.
That is all.
xo