Just random thoughts
I'd do more for a cigarette than I would do for a Klondike bar.
When all my neighbors are out of cigarettes it's basically the end of the universe.
I want to walk to 7-Eleven but my hips are bad. If I trusted a neighbor with my debit card... but that's a bad idea.
I almost just barfed just now.
I don't have an appetite again. I had chicken strips for brunch and then I had a breakfast sandwich for lunch. I don't want to eat anything else.
Unless it were a donut with maple glaze and bacon. I'm a fat boy, gimme noms!