The Morning After

[talulattdh]

Last night I went to a Jonathan Coulton show (w00t!) with hubby and my niece, who both smoke. I really really really wanted to smoke for the first time in a long time, even though the thought made me ill. It was very frustrating. I don't know how else to describe it. I was mad at them for smoking in front of me, but more mad at myself for even considering asking for a puff. They wouldn't have let me smoke anyway, but still . . .

Anyway, I survived the smoking interlude and had a fantastic time at the show. Now, I can haz coffee?