Last night was yet another night where H.W.S.R.N. plans were made and then broken. And now he's gotten himself an email address, which means I'm obligated to clue him in to the existence of this LiveJournal, yes? I can't just email him a link; I think I needs must explain it in person before he reads the whole thing. Right? Buehler?
And it also made me discover that stress really really makes me want to smoke. Just sitting around last night, waiting for plans that never happened .... oh did I want a cigarette! I don't know how I managed to get through it.
And speaking of not smoking, when do I stop coughing already? I can't tell you how hard it sucks to not be smoking and to still be hacking up a lung every morning.