Actually, day is not done, and the survival probabilities for one little Oompah Loompah are dwindling. Tommyboy wants me to come in and give a little blurb to someone on Cold Fusion at 4:15. That's so going to result in me missing my bus.
Fortunately, Jason King is cool, and heading over towards Hannaford anyway, and doesn't mind a slight detour. Which is schway.
I want a cigarrette! Mostly for the nice smell and the deep breathing. ::deep breathes now, which lacks the nice smell, but... has most of the same effects:: The best aspect of smoking is the whole languid deep breathing thing. I hate powersmoking because it's cold out or what have you. I've done it, but smoking is meant to be a languid, sultry affair.
That's half the fun of Blacks and Xtras... they're black. I'm such a goth.
