I finally fixed the ass-backward sleeping schedule. It is interesting to be awake in the morning.

A lot of shit to do today....

Smoking like a rockstar and I have to quit soon. It's bringing me down. It weighs your body down, taps your lungs of strength. Hate it but I'm still puffing away staring at a box of Nicorette on my counter.

Do I contradict myself? Of course I do.