Thursday, March 1st

Outside it is wet. Heavy, soaking snow ruins shoes and socks throughout the city. Here at home though, it is dry. I work my first shift in a long, long time without a drink or a cigarette. Pangs of youth! I'm almost overwhelmed. I get loud and profane in order to distract myself. I make it home. I make it to bed. It's amazing how enslaved one becomes to the pleasanter things of life. Would that I could trade the profanity and volume for prayer and silence. Maybe next Lent.