A Good Birthday
February 5th, 2008
And so I am 27. It was a pretty good day, despite picking up a mild cold overnight. I finished a book, read large portions of two others… neglected all the chores I said I would do while on vacation, voted in the primary, had dinner at a favorite restaurant, and watched some hockey. It would be foolish to complain.
Yesterday, to celebrate my vacation, birthday, and the completion of law school applications, I had a cigar. This was a wonderful thing while I actually smoked it. I’ve always had a soft spot for the smell and taste of cigar smoke. The problem is that I do this around once every nine to twelve months. That means that when I finished this mammoth cigar, I walked back inside to warm up and immediately felt a little ill for the next hour and a half. I made a note to myself that certain pleasures are not worth the sick feeling in my stomach. Upon coming in, I could not help noting the other, larger, cigar. It had been purchased for another event worth marking. I shall have to decide what to do with it. I’m not so sure I’ll smoke it anymore.
February 6th, 2008 at 5:30 am
Happy birthday!
That ill feeling you have is your body desperately trying to process an overload of nicotine. All you have to do to avoid it is get your tolerance up; I recommend a training regimen of a half-pack of Lucky Strikes a day.
February 12th, 2008 at 4:24 am
i claim lies on not smoking that fat man. besides, i planned to get you a cigar from here that you can’t get in the US, so you will have to “endure” that, too.