Enter Parkit Market~ "Two packs of Marlboro Light Menthol, please." The guy looks at me with his perpetual "I-just-ate-rotten-asshole" look and plops two packs of squares on the counter. "That'll be $8.36."

Fuck. I don't have enough. So I buy one pack and walk out feeling very disturbed. When did the price of cigarettes go up? Where was I? I usually buy my smokes in pairs because I have this nasty habit of smoking more than a pack a day. I don't remember them being that much yesterday. Or the day before that...

::sigh::

But at least my nose, throat and lungs are nice and chilly now from the menthol after math. And yes, they still disgust me, and yes I still want to quit, but it all boils dow to one simple thing...

I have no willpower.

I was very depressed today upon finishing the fourth book in the Harry Potter series. I won't ruin it, in case there may be others reading the series, but I must say I was happy with the ending for number four. She left it wide open for another book. I hope there will be more. I know I will turn into one of those lunatics that scrambles to the bookstore at midnight to celebrate a "release party" when it happens too. I'll drag my little one with me. She's a night owl... she won't mind. And I was proud that she was so into the movie and the Harry Potter toys I bought her.