thanks forever:ything

i had 1 cup of coffee today.
11 cigarettes.
and 8 meals.

my head is aching.
i left a pack of smokes in buddy's car last night. and didn't realize it until i walked in the door and he drove off. it was 3:30am and not a cigarette for miles. well, about a mile, but i wasn't prepared to go for a walk. my nights usually consist of coming home from work, having a couple drinks and a bite to eat, play on the computer, have a smoke or 20, and go to bed. i can't sleep without a bedtime smoke to tuck me in at night. so i went apeshit. had to keep my mind/mouth/hands occupied. and then i found licorice in the cupboard! ohhhhh licorice you saved my life. YOU CAN ACTUALLY LIGHT IT AND SMOKE IT! it's not that great, but hey... sunday night wut!

back to this 1 cup of coffee outrage... i woke up at noon, felt SOOOO tired... didn't make coffee. played on the computer, did some laundry, went back to bed. woke up at 2pm. didn't make coffee. did some more laundry, went back to bed. woke up at 3pm. didn't make coffee. had a shower, did the 2 hour bathroom ordeal, went back to bed for 10 minutes, left for work. didn't stop at the coffee shop. got to work...COFFEE WAS MADE! had a cup of coffee. and oh what a sweet cup of coffee that was.

still, it was an agonizing day. the aching has yet to hault.

a good day should look like this:
wake up, 9am. pot of coffee on the go, run a shot of espresso through. pound the espresso, pound the coffee. go to the washroom and read the paper. have a smoke. put another pot of coffee on. play on computer, do laundry. eat. pound the coffee. smoke. smoke. smoke. shower, 2 hour bathroom ordeal. 1 more shot of espresso. leave for work. stop at coffeeshop #1 for 20 minutes, americano --smoke smoke smoke. get on the bus. get off the bus. starbucks around the corner. tall light roast, 2 sugars no cream. drink/smoke/walk to work. get to work. say hi, drink coffee. smoke. smoke smoke... etc.

hot dog! single life fucking sucks! haha...