Day Seven

Today is a big struggle. I struggle to keep my eyes open; my lids long for a sweet, inseparable smooch that will somehow transport me back into my bed - or on the couch, drifting off to some indistinguishable program on the TV. This is trouble.

Of course, being one who normally subsists on minimal sleep on a daily basis, this is a familiar battle, and my learned instincts begin kicking in. I know that walking outside, away from my desk, to snuggle in a corner with a delicious Camel in the brisk, chilling wind will provide the bump needed to get me through until lunchtime, after which I will need to jolt myself out of a mild food energy depletion with the same methodology, which will move me until probably three o'clock or so, when I begin to crumble again and decide a coffee is in order. My travels to Donna's would obviously involve a cig to accompany the first sip of the smooth, warm, sugared coffee and my walk both back to work and my life as a smoker. No way, no way...