Mood: spacey
Now Playing: "Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again" by Bob Dylan
Haven't smoked a cigarette in 86 hours.
Found a couple of halves in my passenger seat yesterday when I was cleaning out my car, but quickly tossed them.
At this point, I'd be disappointed in myself if I gave in.
Keep going, punk. Your liver and your lungs and your heart are smiling at each other in that wet, dark, and compacted way that all internal organs do.