I seem to have lost a whole month.
The lack of Nicotine in my system has done a number on my neurons. I feel like I’m walking in the eye of a Hurricane all the time, like the barometric pressures are giving me a false sense of being. It’s hard to describe, all I know is that I don’t feel like myself.
Nevertheless, I’m off the cig for good. No cravings to speak of even when drinking coffee or when Jack Daniels pays a visit.
My productivity has taken a hit also, it’s like very hard to concentrate. I find myself staring out at the pond and ultimately end up in the backyard talking with the squirrels. Man, some of these squirrels have some big nuts.
So here we are in June, my favorite month. Maybe I’ll plant my feet on terra firma and get to work.
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic