by Emsbabee
@ 2007-09-01 - 14:07:03
'This is gonna be easy. I don't even want a cigarette.'
These were my thoughts at 9 this morning.
'Aargh! What have I DONE?'
These were my thoughts at 9.10 this morning, as I sipped my first cup of tea, and felt a strange emptiness between my fingers, an inordinate amount of air in my lungs.
It's 2pm now. Every fucker in Brighton is puffing happily away. I want to grab them and sniff their clothing. Or better still, have them exhale into my mouth.
We shall overcome! Maybe...