Thirty Hours
Thirty hours without smoking. Crazy. I had some cravings at work. I even walked past Raffi outside while he was smoking and so wanted to ask him for a hit, but I didn’t. Oh, self-control, where did you come from?
P.S.: Yes, I’m ignoring this dumb holiday occuring today.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Kimberly said this on February 14th, 2005 at 7:27 pm