Fame isn't all it's cracked up to be. Today, I went to Love's Truck Stop off the interstate. The cashier looked at me knowingly and said "two packs of orange American Spirits?" I looked back at her, knowing she recognized me. People tend to make assumptions when they think they know you. I looked back at her and with a tone of irritation I said "no, I only want one pack of orange Anerican Spirits".
Cosmic, I'm going to try. In theory, I'll be highly agitated after a day of setting up this stupid aquarium so getting away for a smoke might be a welcome distraction.