Our pencils outlast our erasers

Today was a building triumph until it fizzled in heartsick anger.

I bought the steak, the beer, the coffee, the dog food.

All with out scratching the dangerous cusp of my credit limit

Thank you, manager's special.

It is truly special.

I smoked that cigarette.

I thought I quit smoking?

It was the third cigarette in as many months.

Four years of one pack plus more a day.

One a month is not bad.

My dad got his tongue cut out because of the poison.

Last night he told me he thought he was dying.

I wonder if he would think it is not bad?

I did it in the name of making friends.

I need them.

I am lonely.

I stand by my decision.

And now I want another.

the heartsick anger =(