Busted

I was just chatting online. I have a lot of work to do in my life: working two jobs -- editing, teaching; classwork, workshop, and lots and lots of reading. It's nebulous, I know, the crude attempts at describing my life.

Anyways, despite all the work, I still end my evenings usually chatting online and/or smoking. I can't help it: I'm lonely. It's strange being in a community that is so washed out and hetero that it leaves me craving any contact with outside voices. Maybe that's why I constantly have a deep craving to sign onto gay.com and smoke weed.

::sigh::

And all this -- the notice of my psychological dependencies -- had to come about just now, right after I smoked some.