Last night we went to a friend’s house for another friend’s birthday. Not a large group of people, but it was good to see them. Bit of an awkward time at first, as two of the guests had broken up on the way to the party. I ended up leaving at 2 in the morning, and in hindsight I really should have left earlier. I’ve been tired all day, and I’m just now starting to wake up.
I’ve made the decision to stop smoking. I spend at least $150 a month on cigarettes, and as I’m in a relatively deep hole financially at the moment, that’s a lot of money I could use elsewhere. I’ve decided to set a 30 day goal. That’s not with the intention of starting back up again after a month, but to not have that feeling of floating in space without rescue that you get when you cut something from your life completely.
This weekend I’ll be coming up with a plan to get almost two grand as soon as possible. I need this nightmare to end.