Ooo Morning

He started smoking again, a few days ago. Oh, I don't know why, so don't ask. A bad moment. A little stress. The way the moon hung in the sky. And this morning, as I crawled out of the coffin, I didn't half feel like shit, let me tell you. All I could think was, there will be Panamax with breakfast.

My next thought was, now, this is how shit I feel when I'm on the fags. I should remember this feeling.

I have to stop by Tuesday, anyway. Beck is the person who just looks at me like I am the biggest idiot on earth every time I have started again. I don't want that look of disgust yet again.