I used to smoke.
I know, I know.
And even though it’s been a looong time
since I stuck one of those in my mouth,
I’ve realized I haven’t completely lost my oral fixation.
The whole time I’ve been working on revisions,
I’ve had my trusty pack of gum next to me:
And every time I reach for a new piece
(full disclosure, I chew a half-stick at a time),
I have an overwhelming sense of deja vu.
See, I used to buy cigarettes in the hard pack.
Back in the day, my desktop would’ve contained this:
But now, I’ve got this:
Old habits die hard, I guess.