So I'm nearly into my second week of not smoking, and, as I'm laying in bed trying to go to sleep, my brain decides it needs to unload all the mental garbage it can at me and keep me awake. I did, finally, go to sleep, after suffering through snatches of goofy songs (
crevette is to blame for the
Benny Lava song), bits of books and conversations, my mind
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