Well... There goes my ability to concentrate...
I'm sorry, but it's bad enough when the Maintenance guys smoke outside of my window because of the way it makes my room smell... But right now, I'm listening to Fleetwood Mac and all I can smell is cigarettes. This is a situation I haven't been in for a VERY long time and frankly it hurts. Thought I had a better handle on this than I evidently do because now all I can think about his him. And I keep asking those same questions over and over and over in my head again. Now, my maths revision, it seems is doomed to be no good. As thoughts of 12 years ago keep swimming about in my head non-stop. It's frustrating that just the right set of conditions in one's environment is enough to trigger such a violent emotional and psychological response... I'm in for another very long night I feel...