It's already the third month of the year. Another way to see it is, "It's only the third month of the year." As in, "It's only the third month of the year, and I've failed to keep that one resolution I made earlier this year." Yes, I smoked. No, I'm not proud of it. YES, IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF. It first happened on February 16th. Around noon. With my pipe. It did not taste good. But I never smoked for the taste, although it does matter. I smoke for the smoke. I dye my breath when I smoke, and I just love the bluish grey color the smoke has. After that pipe incident, the smoking occurred again. A few times more. Bummed some cigarettes. Bought a pack of them. Finished it, too. Not without help, though.
But that was February. This is March. There will be no smoking in March.
April will be another matter.
Screw annual resolutions. I'm doing life monthly now.
