Can I Bum One Of Those?

Well, it's that magical time of year again. Time for the birds to start chirping sweet sweet nothings into my window at ridiculous hours of the morning. Time for the trees to start blooming. Time for the grass to start giving those lonely lawn mowers something to live for again.

I am a little late wishing everyone a happy first day of spring, but I have spent the first part of it battling what felt like death but what I assume to be the flu, and staring out my windows wondering why Kansas is covered in something that belongs to the season that should have ended four days ago.

Since I have voluntarily stuck myself inside for the day, I decided to use it to be miserable without cigarettes. Unfortunately, I have some, I just don't want...that's not right. I don't need to smoke one. I would very much like to, so I keep telling myself that I will have one in an 'hour from now' knowing that the hour I am waiting for will copy the concept of 'tomorrow never actually arrives.'

So happy spring, readers. I hope that somewhere you are enjoying warm weather, cold daiquiris, and as much nicotine as your little heart desires.