Lots of urges today, so I tried to feel them. I ended up crying on my way home to Dave Navaro singing "one of these days your heart will stop and play it's final beat" and I was like I am going to die. Everyone I know is going to die. And we don't know when. I won't even know what day it's going to happen, what if I work all day and then die on the way home.... you get the picture, shit got morbid. Downstairs TV volume is annoying me again tonight.
Lou says you smoke because you don't want to be uncomfortable. I am certainly uncomfortable right now.
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