what is it about sunday that's so fucking depressing? is it the threat of work the next day ? the fact that you're going to have to explain to the i.t. guy why your laptop is fucked ? everything moves so much slower on sunday. it gives you too much time to contemplate...too much time to think about everything...
today was easy with the cigarettes..i thought of it once this morning and once when i started writing...yesterday though...i almost lost yesterday...wedding....beer...so many people smoking...if she hadn't been with me i would have caved
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