Note to Self: Buy Toothpicks

It's partially my fault. I went out to buy groceries this afternoon, and what I came home with, aside from some bread and noodles, was in majority vodka and condiments.

I'll make a goddamned delicious bloody mary out of it, but I can't telephone my own brother because my roommates still owe me mountains. I can't even send Justin a text. I hope they get jobs soon. I don't at all enjoy being a creditor.

I don't know. I hardly use the thing. Last time I checked I had about a million hours left. I know I didn't use those up. They've run dry anyway. That's just the way phones are, I guess. How on Earth would they ever make money ethically?

I plan (again) to quit smoking on Sunday. This Sunday. Please do hold me to it. It's an epic expenditure saved.