One of my friends declared that he quit smoking after his parents told him to stop. He threw out the packs he had. Usually he smoked a pack a day.

His friend he usually smoked with together seemed shocked and nonplussed.

"You must have some desire to smoke again."

"I don't," he said. "I had two midterms today and I don't feel like smoking to be honest."

"Congrats."


For me the day was really uneventful. A gloomy sadness, for no reason, loomed. But I have to look forward or else I wouldn't enjoy it.