Random Chaos

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*THUD*

Dammit if I don’t feel like Cid Highwind right now.  I’m not sure if I want a gigantic cup of matcha-en (super-mega-uber PRIMO green tea) or a cigarette.

Which is funny because I rarely smoke.  A hookah bowl two or three times a year at most.  But since getting off of work a half hour ago, a nice heavy menthol has sounded great.

Sounded great.  The stuff that you get out of the stores—even the premium stuff—doesn’t compare to the first smoke that I actually liked, but that particular smoke was a custom blend soaked in peppermint oil and rolled in a vanilla-infused paper.  They don’t make those papers anymore and the peppermint oil lately has been decidedly subpar.  I think my jones right now more deals with the fact that I NEED STIMULANTS GRRR  *chomps on satin hairscarf.*

Combine this with the fact that hot smoke hurts my throat and makes it start to close up, and I’ve got a problem.  Looks like it’s tea until I can fix my vaporizer.  Eh, I need to lay off the nicotine anyway.  I’m not supposed to have it on the beta blockers. (A shame, this.  This year’s boutique menthol is positively splendid.)

I’ve got to pound out 2.3K words, and all while listening to the jackass to the left of my apartment blares his old scratchy pirated CDs.  It shouldn’t be difficult.  My favorite shows have been pre-empted by holiday specials that are in no way relevant to my interests (Call me back when Charlie Brown’s on), and I’ve already gotten a wind up going.

I’ve decided what I’m doing if I win (besides buying Scrivener’s full release): I’m going to sit down and watch the first season of MLP: FiM in one sitting (roughly), and then start Gintama.

Meanwhile…work.