The morning of 11/14/25

I don't know when the last time was I got a good night of sleep. I sleep in my recliner, I can't lay flat, I'd either drown in about 80 pack years of tar or be smothered by my flabby belly. My ruined lungs barely function enough to for me to breathe without conscious effort so my sleep is light. I smoked too much my first day home, I smoked too much yesterday, I know I'm going to smoke too much today, it's just how it is. I'm merely a slave to Master Nicotine. I'm paying for it already though, as I cough up yellow/brown sputum, hacking it into an old coffee mug with some tissues shoved inside.

I'll probably post another one of these later today. Right now I'm exhausted, I'm going to try to rest some more, before my Master reminds me it's time to submit to him, and I light up another cigarette.