Chain-Smoking with Anna Karina

I finally bought that Simone de Beauvoir book I’ve been eyeing. I hit up the Goodwill, too.

It didn’t stop me from future-tripping tonight. Even though the Lexapro helps with anxiety, it doesn’t make me impervious.

I’ve been rewatching No Reservations and got two new chargers, that actually stay plugged in my phone nevertheless, and I had my first orgasm in months. I still want to chain-smoke. I like the blue American Spirits. David Lynch smoked those. I got a big bag of Pike Place Roast coffee, too.

There’s a surly guy at the Dollar Tree but I had the nicest Uber driver today. He even returned my cigarettes. So, balance I guess?

I keep forgetting to log my meetings. I hate the damned app. Everything is a damned app these days.

I need to tell my sponsor the reason why is because I didn’t have my phone on me at the clinic and would just go, I haven’t had my phone for a good chunk of the year and am still not used to it. I know that sounds bizarre given how ubiquitous these things are, but it’s true. I was happily divorced from it for a few months. I still bristle when I have to use it.

I’m excited about my book coming tomorrow. I want to buy Emile Zola and Anthony Bourdain’s books, too. The Belly of Paris, Nana, and Kitchen Confidential.

I’m going to have another cigarette.