I learned how to play “Sandman” and “Horse With No Name” by America today on the guitar. Well… I kind of learned. I taught myself and then played it over and over until my uncalloused fingers were about to bleed. Then I went to my dad’s house and played it some more on his Martin until my fingers actually fell off. I put them on ice when they did, and eventually my mom sewed them back on. They still hurt to type now.
I payed my bills today. That is always depressing.
I have gone 80 hours without a cigarette. I believe the physical chemical addiction is gone. I am still working on repairing the social, and psychological addiction.
I am not really sure why, but I strongly considered calling Ashley on my way home from my parents place today. Perhaps I will give her a call tomorrow and give her (us) a change to make our peace.
I am tired, and am going to bed now.