TYB
Cleaned out the smoking spot in the shed. All the paraphernalia for indulging and the containers for decanting got thrown in the trash this morning. I said goodbye, I had a final hurrah, and today I buried the corpse. I'm ready.
Just the pots. The smoke I indulge now is infinitely tastier anyway, and you don't inhale it.
This scene has been on loop in my damn head all fricken day after reading that article today about that video a nurse put out about financial struggles. This is what's rent free in my head right now.
Yeah, smoke that is warm and inviting and that can add character to the surrounding area and most importantly does not go into the lungs, rather than just the generic loud, obnoxious, and mind numbing variety that is quite harsh on the longevity of the lungs.
It's the weakness of his disguise I despise the most. Every day that goes by he traps himself further, swaddling the wrapper until one day he turns in his sleep and breaks his back.
One thing about quitting the pots and cutting back to almost nothing (still 5 days left) on the coffin nails is my appetite is increasing. Think I'll have to start lifting again to offset the up in calorie intake. Been 15 years since I've been in a gym though, but I'm curious to see how far I can push my body again given its current state. Maybe I'll just buy some weights for home.
(10) seems like the proper number to stop on based upon a previous post.