Sweet, sweet nicotine
I'm a non-smoker...again. I think this go-round will take. I just have to avoid break-ups, writing papers, and freaking the fuck out for no discernible reason. A moody grad student who makes bad choices about relationships can handle that, right?
UPDATE: Four hours later and I've already had a freak-out, although it did have a discernible reason. But I did not smoke a cigarette. I did, however, require a frappucino. Yay evil empire of Starbucks!
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