Well, maybe not quite no brain, but rather a single-minded bloodthirsty machine for seeking out and obtaining nicotine. It cannot be assuaged, it cannot be subverted, it cannot be distracted, it cannot be subdued. Smokable nicotine, and smokable nicotine only, will allow reason to seep back into the cracks and convulutions.

And this really sucks. And I fucking hate it. And hating your brain
is no way
to stay sane.
And I've been over this same ground too many times. I'm getting very bored, I'm getting very discouraged, I'm getting very frustrated, I'm getting very angry.

And I don't know what the fuck to do about it.

Later that night....

I didn't feel like writing this morning when I got home, I just went to bed. My "found" lottery ticket was worthless, of course, as I expected. I wasn't worked too hard last night; I think that I made myself tired.

Now I need to shower and eat something and get to work.