I dreamt about smoking last night. I was smoking right in front of Eric. All of yesterday I was wanting, chraving a smoke. Oh that they weren’t so terrible for a person, that they didn’t make kisses taste bad… *sigh*
Gonna do dishes now I think. Or maybe take a shower first. Haven’t decided. I’m also thinking of having Eric drop me off at Target if he comes home for lunch today. It’s so hot though and I’d have to walk back in it. But there’s a few things I need: Soft Soap, Father’s Day cards. The kinds of things that make my husband restless to run into a store and then out. So unsatisfying.