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[threeplusfire]

What I love about my bathroom is the window, inbetween the closet door and the bath. I can hang out my window and smoke, as I so rarely did when I was a kid. The day my mom wanted to kick me out of the house, I remember smoking in the bath tub and getting so sick that I threw up when my father came by the house.

But anyways. I can smoke in my bathroom on the sly, because we really ought not to be smoking in the apartment and all. It occured to me this morning, takiong a frozen packet of cigarettes and tapping them on the inside of my wrist while I read the news.

I have so much to do. This is the last day I can give myself to be restless and undone. Storm's coming, like the green skies and the wind I know so well.