Fucked up last night. Left what I needed to do far too late and didn't get to bed until well after one. Of course I spent the day not smoking, hacking up great lumps of green shit, and last night fit the standards. Think I must have slept, but still tired enough to consider using lungfoam as a building material. Or maybe as soundproofing for the people upstairs. Still not going to the doctors when I can just drink cough syrup.

Meant to write something last night. Didn't. Lack of nicotine has fucked up my brain. Anyone want to give me a title? Thank you. It'll give you something to read apart from my whining.