A short post on a March afternoon

People will talk?

People will gossip?

People will let their own vices bleed?

People will criticize?

People will judge?

The list is endless.

I've been cooped up (BY CHOICE) for the past fortnight. Only because I know this is my healthiest solution. I've probably walked around 0.5 miles from where I am circumferentially or where I have prodded myself. I get my moments of losing my marbles but I'm self-aware enough to know that. It's been up and down.

I thought one week would be fine. It wasn't.

I thought two weeks would be fine. It wasn't.

Then I thought maybe the 21 day rule has some value.

So maybe this Saturday might be better. I will say however I am getting better.

Well, I think I am.

I ain't sick.

Just run down.

I had a conversation with someone on here last night. Made me feel a lot better.

A lot of heavy and deep shit.

I do know however I have to quit smoking.

Starting small is always the best thing.

Oh, the weather's gorgeous btw.