Happy Birthday To Me

So. This is the rundown.
18th Birthday: Spent at Breanne's place. Admitted two nights later to TTSH for Dengue Fever. (During SARS, mind you.)
19th Birthday: Spent with my section outfield somewhere.
20th Birthday: Spent in Maju Camp, SP Coy, Provost Office.
21st Birthday: Spent in TGI Friday's, State College, Pennsylvania. Not very sober.
22nd Birthday: Spent in Fairfax, Virginia. At my Aunt's place. Alone. Downloading house and trance. And gone for a 5KM run.

Oh, how birthdays excite me.

Shoutouts II

For the people who care, you have no idea how much you mean to me.

I'd just like to say thanks.

You know who you are.

The paradox of pleasure

So why does everything (okay, most things) that is bad for you feel so god damn good? I've been thinking about smoking a lot these days. And it's great to be rid of cigarettes. You run faster, run longer, work out harder, etc. You don't REALLY gain weight if you make a conscious effort to control your eating habits.

But I just miss the action of smoking. Having a little something to inhale after a meal, or when I'm bored. Due to the lack of vices, I think I might just pick up cancer sticks again. Although it might be bad.