Friday evening

I have Bruce and the E Streeters on, loud.

I've done a load of laundry.

I've cleaned the bathroom.

I've swept the kitchen floor and cleaned the counter tops. (I should mop too but fuck it).

I've tidied, and thrown away old papers.

I've sat down at the computer with a glass of healthy V8 juice. (No booze in the house).

Damn, I really, really want a cigarette now. More than that, I deserve one.