Only good thing about waking up is that I'm usually greeted with a pitched tent. Even better if there is a frau present who enjoys starting off the day with a little romp. Much praise to the ladies in my past who would wake me with a knob schlob. And while stumbling out of a dream to find that somebody is grinding into me is quite startling, its enjoyable once my heart stops trying to break through my chest plate.

I succumbed to the nicotine beast. A friend of mine pointed out that its probably because of sexual frustration. I must say if I was exploring the furrow of some dainty lass on a regular and reliable basis I probably wouldn't be giving in to my other vices. Plus my oral fixation is not being satiated. My tongue likes to keep busy.

Now I gotta try to quit cigarettes all over again. Too fucking expensive of a habit, especially in this city. I think every butt I smoke from now on I'll put out on my flesh. Good Pavlovian way to stop.