Stuck at work at the radio station on a Saturday night... the only work I have to do takes place in the first hour of the shift when I program the automation system to do my job for the seven hours that follow.
Finding nothing much worthwhile on television, I decided to kill some time by cleaning out my cubbyhole... and there at the back amidst the packets of soy sauce, stacks of ancient memos and the travel toothbrush I find two old "emergency" Winstons in a crushed soft pack! Matches, too (a box of wooden matches, of course, the most irresistable sort)! I held out as long as I could, which was about 90 seconds, then had one.
I'm a bit ashamed, but at the same time feeling a little buzzed. Now I've got a bit more than 4 hours to go in the shift and I'm trying to decide whether to shred the second little white ....... or save it for later tonight.
I've just written a paragraph about how nice it was and then deleted it. I think I require a strong combination of chastisement and encouragement.
Finding nothing much worthwhile on television, I decided to kill some time by cleaning out my cubbyhole... and there at the back amidst the packets of soy sauce, stacks of ancient memos and the travel toothbrush I find two old "emergency" Winstons in a crushed soft pack! Matches, too (a box of wooden matches, of course, the most irresistable sort)! I held out as long as I could, which was about 90 seconds, then had one.
I'm a bit ashamed, but at the same time feeling a little buzzed. Now I've got a bit more than 4 hours to go in the shift and I'm trying to decide whether to shred the second little white ....... or save it for later tonight.
I've just written a paragraph about how nice it was and then deleted it. I think I require a strong combination of chastisement and encouragement.