Smoking inside
I got not one, but two ashtrays this Christmas. One was from Taneli and Rellu and the other from my mom. I'm trying hard not to smoke in my room but every time I see one these ashtrays I'm reminded how luxurious it is to smoke inside.
The smell is obviously horrendous, but when it's twenty below outside and going for a smoke requires bundling up like an eskimo, it makes it really hard to resist lighting up right here in front of my computer. Or on my bed, curled up next to my book.
I'd hide the ashtrays away, but all three of them are dirty so I'd have to wash them first. And I'm hesitant to put away such nice pieces of perfectly usable, uh, household wares. I can't use them outside because with currently four smokers living here, ashtrays fill up way too fast.
So, for the moment, I'm living with three constantly inviting ashtrays strewn around the room in convenient locations and a ban on smoking inside that I'm arbitrarily making exceptions to.
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