dannydmc

I just finished smoking another cigar. I've been trying to cut back a bit. I enjoy the damn things a great deal; I think I'm always going to link them with the past summer which was one of the best I've ever had. I was on a one a night habit for a few weeks and that is far too many. as I'm fond of saying; down that road lies damnation(or addiction). I've cut myself back to two or three a week and will cut myself back even further once I lack the money to get anymore.

Still, I really do love the damnable things. I get the oddest buzz of off them, and they are so relaxing. It is such a good feeling to go out on the front porch and drink a beer or two a smoke a cigar. I can just stand out there in the darkness, and think, and truly be myself.

When I was outside, our car Nemo came close to me. He was the youngest one we had up until a few weeks ago. We lost out two oldest cats to cars in a matter of just a few short months. Now Nemo seems to have come down with a respitory infection of some sorts. He had a sore on his neck his ruptured, and he weezes when he breathes.

I'm not very openly emotional person. When I found out about our other cats I hate to say I felt little more than just a brief regret. But I'm worried out this one; I don't any anything to happen to him, and I wish my Mother would just take him to the vet(her claims of no money aside) and see if there is anything we can do. He's a good animal, and deserves better than this.

Anyway, this has been a rather long and rambling entry. The tobacco buzz seems to be wearing off(unfortunatly); I'd smoke another cigar, but I know that that would be a bad idea(also, I don't have any more matches or a lighter). I think that I'm going to go to bed shortly. Its getting late and I think that I'm tired.

On a side note, I didn't recieve much comment on the set I did, which is dissapointing. I'd have liked more. Oh well.