Yep no
vaping poem as of yet. I think I wrote one about smoking at one point (but some doc gave me Prozac to do it) and that didn't end well, nor the poem, and I resumed smoking, you know, after I got out of rehab/the hospital etc.
Prozac is not a good method for smoking cessation to me. Although it might be a good time for a villanelle... The topic that springs to mind today is "Love is not the opposite to hate... I'm shooting for indifference.
LOL, think I'd rather climb into a tub filled with Epsom
salts in a bit, really. I hurt all over. It was gonna be yoga day #3, but somehow my body wouldn't cooperate and I wound up in bed, groaning.
LOL, I'm gonna blame some of this on Old Age, but I may still be sort of recovering from the kiddo's flu.... I NEVER climb into the bed during the daytime to
rest. LOL, I guess I am also giving up one of those "bad unmentionable habits" at the worst possible time, and that's adding to my gloom. Possibly.
Anna