Monday, October 16, 2006

pining, panicking, picnic

chain smoking at 9.30 in the morning. four coffees by 1pm. sandwich stuck between heart and stomach. heart jumping. boing, boing, boing. back at work. back at work. reality. rain. check.

7 comments:

  1. SMOKING???!!!

    why did I think you'd stopped? was I imagining it...? xx

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  2. i am a night-time smoker still. it's just i don't smoke around pregnant women or babies, that's why you got the impression i'd stopped. but today i'm a day-time smoker. and an afternoon-time smoker. and a full-time smoker. and all.

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  3. bad girl. I just hope they're those messy rollups, not those filtered stinker sticks.

    xx

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  4. 'fraid it's the stinkies! but i'll be back to non-daytime smoking tomorrow. mum. :)

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  5. yes, well. what happened to french speaking Africa wisdom? you smoke. you can quit. just a matter of time. or...
    you smoke. you'll never quit. fact of life.
    cheers

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  6. I too have been quoting the African wisdom, repeatedly...

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  7. i think i should get off this rollercoaster. one day everything's great, the next i'm a nervous wreck... i'm tired with it. i want an easy life!

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