  Huh. I always seem to write my "blog" thing on Saturdays. Why this is, I'm not sure. Perhaps it is the excitement I feel in my bone marrow over this being the last day in my work week. Man, I'm a copy editor; that previous sentence should have gone better. Oh well, better to soldier on into the future unafraid than cower in the past, surrounded by things I cannot change. So, I'm in one of my smoking phases. I smoked pretty heavily from the ages of 16 to 18, thanks to bad influences, a need to rebel, the local 7-11, and, of course, my own poor judgment. I quit mainly because my father died from lung cancer when I was young and I was tired of the daily grind of getting my habit past me ma.
But the past few years I've smoked at least one pack of cigarettes every six months or so. It's a good system; by the time I'm done with the pack, I'm reminded why I don't do it anymore, that is, my body feels like shit. But, let's be honest: Smoking makes you look really cool. Unless it's 2 a.m. and 30 degrees out and you're smoking on the patio of your apartment building because you don't want your apartment to smell like cigarette smoke. Then it makes you look extra cool. And smoking breaks give one valuable time to reflect on life in general. Like, I wonder what happened to that girl I had a crush on my freshman year in college. You know, the one who lived in the same quadrangle?
Of course you do. She was my favorite type: mousy, long brown hair, kind of looked like a librarian. Damn the fates that never lead us to the same contemporary American literature class. I let her borrow my umbrella once. Going to see Guided By Voices tomorrow in the Grog Shop in Cleveland. Nice little rock place. Guided By Voices shows make me tired in the best possible way. What else? I had a wonderful time back home. Got crazy marshmallow in Bowling Green as usual, danced like a hellion at Retro Night at Uptown.
Holy Christ, can I dance. Men, come on, let's not hold back on this one. Women love to see us dance. Brought my old Nintendo Entertainment System from back home. Dear Lord, please let it still work. I needs my Super Mario 3. OK, have fun and take care of yourself. 
