Bad brains! Mine was in overactive mode last night. Hung here too late, then went to bed and didn't sleep for hours. Blah.

And yet I seem to be alert this morning. I've even accomplished stuff. Huh.

So Hil, apparently there was partying last night?

Smoking. Lord.

My first cigarette was a Dunhill. I was 15, I think. Now I smoke Marlboro Lights or Parliament Lights.

I treasure the freedom of not needing or caring about them anymore.

Gah. This is what I want, but I'm not there yet.

Sorry to report that it took years, but worth it. I can't imagine ever wanting one again. Yay freedom!

Maybe you guys can tell me the name of a brand of cigarettes I tried in high school. I was never a huge smoker, but one of my friends smoked this brand that tasted vaguely of lemon. I loved the first hit off of those, but by the 3rd or 4th cigarette I couldn't taste it anymore. If there was a way to keep that first hit flavor, I'd still be a smoker today. I think they were called Eves. Does that sound right?

Sail, those were some pretty cigarettes!

My dad smokes Kools. I can't remember what my mom smoked--she quit when I was very young. But my brother and older sisters were loyal Marlboro smokers.

Insomnia won. Now have jasmine green tea and am trying to remember where I saw some because I am nearly out.

My brain's conversation is strange, "Did I see the pearl tea in Hawthorne or when Jilli and I were in the Pearl? Am I only thinking it might have been in the Pearl District because the tea is rolled up like little pearls? So maybe it was Hawthorne. Was there a tea place there? Or the fun Italian market. But I don't recall them having unbranded teas there. At this rate, popping down to the Hillcrest Farmer's Market in San Diego might be easier. Oh, shut up and drink your tea. There's enough for a few dozen cups still."

Yeah, a nap might be in order at some point.

Three was an Eve brand, as I recall. I never tried it, but you may be right about the lemon.

I treasure the freedom of not needing or caring about them anymore.

Two things I still do--reach for my cig case and keys when I need to step outside for even a moment and, on walking into an unfamiliar place, immediately scope out the exits so I know where to step out for a smoke. Habits die hard.

Late to bed, since I was reading, and early to rise, since I was awake. H leaves for his solo trip to the beach tomorrow, and apparently although I've encouraged him to go, I'm miffed because he's too excited to bother to pretend he's going to miss me.

I will also be miffed when he calls me 32 times a day to report on his fun. Because he does miss me, you see, but he'd rather talk to me on the phone. Because if I was there, he wouldn't have to talk, now, would he?

Men. No wait, let me qualify. The man I'm married to. Don't want to make sweeping generalities.

JZ, my commiserations with Fussa difficulties yesterday never actually made it out my finger-ends and onto the screen, but I was making sympathy faces and wishing I could Mama-rock Matilda and walk her around the apartment, while shooing everybody outside for a while. She's going to be rather taken aback when I finally get to nibble her toes, and she's, oh, eight or nine years old. Dammit.

Plei, I backtracked through some of Lilybean's earlier photos for H's benefit last evening. He's smitten, which doesn't often happen for him, especially with girl children. His experience with them is limited. Still, smit.

Who isn't smitten with the bean? Everytime I see her, I want to snatch her up for toe nibbling, cheek pinching and other assorted coddling. She's an equal opportunity smitter. (Not smiter, which is reserved soley for Aimee.)

Hell, I'm smitten with the Bean and I have my own cutiehead kids to love on.

I will also be miffed when he calls me 32 times a day to report on his fun. Because he does miss me, you see, but he'd rather talk to me on the phone. Because if I was there, he wouldn't have to talk, now, would he?

Men, indeed. Or, you know, man.

I remember Eves, but I don't think I ever tried one.

all i can say about what beverly said , it well "what she said" . except Matt is not haveing fun, but I do here more from him on good days.