Something wicked

For the first time in much longer than I would like to admit, I went an entire day without a cigarette. It wasn’t actually that hard, and at the same time it was kinda excruciating. I figure that must mean I’m not just giving into anti-smoking peer pressure, but rather doing something  that obviously needs to be done. I still don’t think I will quit, but smoking every day isn’t necessary.

There have been very few adventures of late. For this first time in my life I am extremely focused in my work (all three jobs) and I’ve come to the conclusion that being so focused is really lame. I’m kind of tired of it. And yet, there is very little I can change about that because I literally have nothing better to do. What happened? When did achieving my so-called life dreams get so tedious and insipid?

Oh right, I know exactly what happened.