As I paid my speeding ticket, all I could think of was... I need a cigarette.
Mind you, I'm not a smoker.
I've smoked a few in my life only during very stressful times.
(My self-destructive period, if you will.)
For some reason, yesterday, the urge was very strong.
(But, no, I did not stop and buy some.)
I drank a beer yesterday two hours after taking Tylenol.
I was afraid I did irreversible damage to my liver.
But my liver doesn't hurt, so I think I'm ok.
Someone want to throw a conflict at me for my NaNoWriMo?
I was going to base it on my own life until I realized my life is very boring.
I have to shower now and start highlighting Myer-Briggs information.