So I am down to a morning cigarette and a few pipes throughout the day, or a cigar if I am lucky. Apparently the withdrawal symptoms are like a cold, which explains the layer of snot on the roof of my mouth.
Getting the newsletter off the ground has hit a financial snag, damn printer wants nearly twenty dollars to make a production run and one of the contacts is being balky. In general, Deb has mentioned that she is sorry for not being more supportive of the process.
I need to shower and shave, but lack the interest to do so. Too damned many people in the house and not enough willing to put Marxism into practice.
Gonna try to swig more coffee and burn off the residue of nearly twenty years of cigarettes.