I feel like puking from too many cigarettes and not enough food. I wrote all evening and all night. It is 3am. I'd better go to bed. I think the synthroid is keeping me up. And making me smoke more. I have smoked almost two packs, never ever seen so many in two weeks. 36 cigs in 19 hours. Blasphemous! sigh.

I am ok with my two short stories written tonight. I dont know if they are insightful enough. Interesting enough?