Where Do the Cravings Come From

Where you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround me. I want to look inside my head.

Oh, it's just the nicotine receptors kicking up a fuss, I know. Even watching Stevie doesn't help. Let's try Arcade Fire instead. Reminds me of when I used to be in a band (did I ever tell you, etc). I've probably pointed you to it before, but hey! Let's go:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJRSG95-WEU

Play it loud, play it big. Well filmed, I think, to capture the "being there". The wu, or something.

The desire for a fag is quite strong at the moment, so I might be forced to watch Christina Aguilera or something (don't worry, not rude, just a non-sequiter). Perhaps a meter flash would do it:

Two months, two weeks, 19 hours, 38 minutes and 52 seconds. 2274 cigarettes not smoked, saving £625.50. Life saved: 1 week, 21 hours, 30 minutes.

Oho, that is a lot of money. Must almost be time to buy something again. Spending. Perhaps that's what I need. Perhaps I need to take Christina to lunch and be serenaded by Arcade Fire. That would take my mind off things. Especially if Meg and Sandra came along to provide a little adult conversation. Then Christina could sing loud. Then we could all do karaoke, during which I'd do my Christina impression. No, really, it's good.

At least, that's what Kate said when she popped around for a cuppa the other day.

A good screaming sing-along is what I need:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnwfAABH