Temptation, Thy Name is Tobacco

This was the only redemptive thing from last night. Jenny had gone up to the bar, and was buying cigarettes from the bartender. She came back with two. They were both for her, but I kept handling one of them, rolling it through my fingers, smelling it… Actually, I smelled it several times, if you really want to know.

Didn’t smoke it. Atta boy!

*punches self in arm*

Way to go me!

Does anyone else beside me think my hand looks fat in this photo? Not that I’m normally a vain person or anything. But… it looks fat.