Mornin' gang, and GFYs. I'm up this bright and early courtesy of FUCKING LEG CRAMPS ALL FUCKING NIGHT!!!!!!!!!
And the human brain, particularly the brain of an addict, is truly a bizarre, dark, and scary place. I had a smoking dream early this morning, first one I've had in over 2 yrs. And just like the drinking dreams that pursued me for many years, somehow it was perfectly fine, in the dream, for me to have "just one."
I daresay it was probably my frustration over the leg cramps and my inability to stay asleep for more than 2 hrs at a time that brought it on, but still...
But I know very damn well that "just one" doesn't apply to me about anything, be it drinking, smoking, husbands, or Lay's potato chips. I'm an addict, and always will be, at least in this life.
Well, I did have just one child.
But he's odd enough for a houseful of brats.
Takes after his mom and dad, he does.
Andria