because i said i like talking about it

That flight control guy from Airplane!, the one who picked the wrong week to stop doing every drug known to mankind - been on my mind lately. Personally I've been picking the wrong week to quit smoking, because naturally I couldn't the week my computer died, I couldn't the week reality wore multi-coloured spandex, I certainly couldn't the week I'm writing my seminar paper introduction. But at least I've started buying the smaller packs, which means, in effect, that I smoke as much as usual but pay more money for it. In my dreams, my parents send me strongly worded formal letters, demanding I surrender my lighters immediately, as my overly possessive relationship with them indicates my problems are more deeply rooted than I ever thought... "I never actually thought I was a smoker before I started giving it up." How's that for the mind-blowingly unsurprising statement of the week? Next week, "it's not that I can't stop, it's just that I don't really want to".

Well. I also had a dream where JC Chasez had four breasts and wore a golden bikini top. And his eyes were really very big.