I think that this is the time of my life where I'm a fish swimming with a school of friends in the ocean- some fish swim off, some join, and lots of fish go by. Thankfully I have a memory slightly longer than that of a fish or I would have forgotten most of the fish already...

My tidbit today after much busy-ness with two jobs one after the other is:

irregardless of the friends/family i have that smoke, who i dont even think twice about, how gross is it to see a 50+ yr old man light up a Marlboro after clearly panting his way around the city in the midday heat on an 85+ degree August Chicago day? the part that bothers me is not the actual act of smoking, but witnesses him in his moment of compulsive weakness as he sates the craving that controls him more than his wife ever can...