I guess quitting smoking might be a relative thing

My statement to the public must be re-phrased.

I quit smoking AT HOME.

This is a good thing. Really.

I smoked more sitting in front of the computer wasting my days away than I did at any other time. I chain smoked like a motherfucker (sorry mom for the language, but I'm drunk and well...). I would say 70% of the two packs I smoked a day were smoked in my house.

I can't say I quit smoking. I have to be honest about it. I keep a pack of smokes at school for those frustrating, my-students-are-idiots days. I keep a pack at Santa's because, face it, I ain't gonna drink and not smoke.

Tonight, I probably smoked a pack at Santa's (I have the day off tomorrow). I didn't, and won't bring smokes home. Surprisingly enough, I'm not bothered by not smoking at home. I don't miss it. My apartment certainly smells better.

Will I quit smoking all together? Honestly don't know. I could probably cut out the smokes I have at school. However, drinking and smoking go too well together. Again, Mom, I'm sorry, but I ain't quitting drinkin'!

And now to the song of the day. This is a definite "desert island" song:

ALTHEA
Grateful Dead

I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.
Althea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.
Althea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim.

You may be Saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace.
You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face.
You may meet the fate of Ophelia, sleeping and perchance to dream.
Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.

Ain't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned.
Loose with the truth, baby, its your fire, but baby don't get burned.
When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me.
Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot.
The time has come to weigh those things.
This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot.

I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.
Althea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.
Can't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing.
Been thinking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring.