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Not Cool

I don't care who you are, I don't care how old you are or if you're the grandparent who rarely gets to see their grandkids and you're excited to walk them to the bus stop, but... it's totally uncool to come to the bus stop smoking a cigarette. I mean, COME ON!!!

Do you really need all those children to be breathing in your foul, toxic smoke?

Do you really need to show all those children your lousy addiction?

Can you really not go that five minutes without your precious nicotine fix?

It sickens me. And now I have that nasty taste in my mouth and the horrible cigarette headache I get when exposed, too. Must we expose our children at the most innocent of times as well? Look at me, I can't even think of a synonym for "expose"!


I didn't post last night because I'm in Trileptal withdrawal and passed out early on the couch. I thought I'd be waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning, but I actually slept through the night. Well, I woke up at 0600, and I consider that sleeping through. The sun was up, after all, and for a split second I worried that I'd overslept.

Not that I had a ton to say, anyway.

I did update the Europe blog a little, though. It's countdown time! I'm excited!

Catch y'all later. I have five full laundry baskets upstairs, calling my name. Maybe I'll actually heed the call for once.