It feels so quiet inside..
Like I've suddenly found more room to bottle up more feelings.. and it's all getting sucked up without my even having to think about it..*
I slept most of today. I'm kinda out of it. I meant to do some cleaning.. There's a sinkfull of dishes and a george to clean at the very least. But oh well..*
I think I may have quitted smoking.. I don't know for how long. You could say I never really started. I don't know if two or three cigarettes a day, at the very most, really qualifies me as a smoker. But.. I dunno.. I was reading in a diet book something to the effect of smoking cutting off your oxygen intake, not to mention black tar-filled, polluted, gunky lungs.. And I suddenly started caring about the inside of my body. And it's kinda discouraged me from buying another pack. Even though I may be tempted. But then I start thinking about what I'm putting into my body..
I dunno. As you may be able to tell, I'm not very resolute about this.