A return to civilisation

I woke up early this morning feeling quite agitated and tearful. God knows what I had been dreaming about, but it can't have been very nice. I expect that nicotine withdrawal may have had something to do with it, as my fags ran out yesterday teatime. I had a cup of coffee, threw some clothes on and staggered out into the beautiful day feeling quite odd. First I went up to collect my 'wages', then I made my way to the supermarket, got some tobacco and had a smoke. It nearly knocked me over, just the same as the first fag I had when I came out of hospital after the hand operation.
Then I went to the post office to get some electricity. It's making my head ache just thinking about it. I saw exactly the same wankers I see every time I go there. I have a theory that they live in a cave beneath the post office, and emerge through a tunnel leading to the entrance about half an hour before it opens. Luckily a friend of mine came in shortly afterwards to post a parcel, and that relieved the tedium. You would not believe the shit you have to listen to, and how long it takes those people to carry out the simplest transaction. Mind-numbing.
I'm back into the realms of civilisation now, with a nice cup of coffee and a fag.