I'm out of cigarettes. And I'm in the mood for deep, semi-drunk philosophical discussion (my theory--and so far, I've not been proven wrong--is that semi-drunk minds speak sober hearts. If you take it too far, you'll just say anything to be saying something. But a little liquor losens the tongue and makes it easier to speak your mind). And that invariably requires cigarettes. And a charged phone. Damnit. On both counts. Ah well...sleeping in is a good thing. Oh, and I promise. I'll have the second part of chapter one posted soon. Probably Friday. I know you're all oh-so-anxiously awaiting its arrival...*rolls eyes* I flatter myself in thinking someone actually reads it, but I know that for the most part, it's just for my own benefit.
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