It was roughly seven years ago that I started smoking. For some odd reason however, I simply hate the smell of tobacco these days. Odd, don't you think? Never thought I'd even as much as dislike smoking. Even had plans of working on a cigarette scented candle brand, tobacco based mosquito repellant and a davidoff-enriched sports drink. By the looks of it, none of that's going to happen.
What bodes not so well for cigarette companies certainly bodes well for me. I started working out big-time again. Did my first weighted-squats for the first time in more than a year without any pain in the dreaded lower back. Good. Gooood I say.
My breath smells good, lips are more lucious and the voice already sounds better.
Not that that's going to up my chances of a score, but what the hell!
On a different note, the peace and quiet at Albany isn't really that much of a help as I expected it to be. Far from helping me toward developing a concrete plan for the rest of my life, the quiet drives me to a muddle of incoherent paths emanating purely out of fickle fancies and unconvincing theories (my 10th grade English instructor would be proud). So for the umpteenth time, I've decided to lay low for a while. Yeah, again. (to be continued).
