I sit here, motionless at my desk, a thousand thoughts passing through my mind.
I debate on having a smoke, and the more I debate, the more I want a smoke — said, of course, as I light a cigarette, having lost that battle.
In the time it has taken me to consider all the myriad of reasons as to why I continue to smoke, I have smoked 2/3 of the nasty damn thing and put it out.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I'm trying to quit smoking. That would require a lot more effort and commitment than I'm willing to give right now — which is why it would be awesome if I could just not want to smoke. Hmmmm....Mama Ruth has been praying for that exact thing for quite a while now.