CONTEMPLATING GOOD WOOD

Today was a perfect day to head over to a medical facility while it was still pitch black outside and have men with scalpels and prongs root around in your lower insides. It rained all day. Perfect indoor weather. As a result of my angioplasy I now have a hole near my groing which should heal soon, and a peculiar other wordly feeling in my right leg. Plus general malaise and slight aches here and there.

The typical bachelor regimen for physical improvement after matters medical involves chilipaste and coffee. Unfortunately, a comforting pipe is right out, because nicotine ain't good for the healing membranes or some such. Gregor Samsa woke up from a disturbed sleep around tea time, determined to be the best cockroach he could possibly be. As always, the beckoning prospects of capsaicin, caffeine, and nicotine, promised cheer and improvement, a gilding of the dull light from the cloudcast sky outside.

With profound gloom in his withered heart he understood that mamselle nicotine would have to wait. His apartment mate (a human) was at home, and although asleep in her room, she would undoubtedly wig on to it if he stepped (stumbled) outide for a smoke. His pipes should stay cold in any case till walking was both a distinct AND unproblematic possibility.

Curses, foiled.

Somewhere, a sadistic vegan anti-smoker is cackling. Mean glee.

Tomorrow is also not very likely. I probably shouldn't stress things by wandering around the neighborhood. Healing process and all that jazz. Saturday and Sunday are obviously right out. Perhaps Monday after my follow-up appointment.
In celebration.


I will probably spend a lot of time crawling inside my head this weekend, meditating.


Maybe I shouldn't have had that cup of coffee. It makes me more keenly aware of the fact that the two nearest briars are a Dunhill Bruyere billiard, and a silver banded Peterson sandblast fatty. Splendid smokes. They cry out for attention.
There there, my lovelies, there there.



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