the diary, day six
Short and succint today:
Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.*
Cranky doesn't even begin to describe it.
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Short and succint today:
Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.*
Cranky doesn't even begin to describe it.
Comments
Cranky you may be, even homicidal (not surprising), but you're still not smoking. Jolly good!
You know, it occurs to me that under duress, some people lose the the will to maintain their veneer and refuse to tolerate other people's stupidity. Well, that's my excuse.
It will get better. I promise. BTW, how is your husband doing? Or is that too personal for him/you?
Posted by: Chris | January 19, 2005 06:14 AM
Good job Michele. As much as it sucks, we're pulling for you. Keep up the good work.
Posted by: Sherard | January 19, 2005 07:02 AM
Have a chantico and smile. At least get some coffee. That ought to help.
Posted by: caltechgirl | January 19, 2005 07:30 AM
Oh yes I do. Been there, done that. Went out in a blizzard for smokes. I can be a fscking idiot, too. You can do this, Michelle, and you'll be proud of yourself for having done so.
Then you can kill him, if he needs it.
Posted by: htom | January 19, 2005 09:04 AM
Keep on truckin'! And sometimes, a little GTA San Andreas can be a great way to vent frustrations. I traded in some old games for a used copy, and the game is great. Lots of stuff to blow up, destroy, kill, chase, frighten, etc. Plus, the characters swear, so you can feel like a real hardass while you're doin' it.
Posted by: shank | January 19, 2005 09:10 AM
Stay in there! You can make it! We're proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself, too.
Posted by: Russell Newquist | January 19, 2005 11:00 AM
at least the snow will take your mind off of the cravings...ya know, when you're screaming at stupid drivers...
Posted by: boz | January 19, 2005 02:28 PM
Richard Jeni summed it up nicely:
You're paying the tobacco companies $7.00 a day for 30 years to kill you. (I paraphrase.)
I quit when I had a really nasty case of the flu - just didn't feel like smoking. Once I felt better, and a craving hit me, I just had to remember how I felt when I smoked (sandpapered throat, new and interesting morning cough, etc...)
It's worked for 16 years.
Hang tough.
Posted by: leelu | January 19, 2005 03:34 PM
All I wanted was a Pepsi...
Hang tough, Michele.
Posted by: A fine scotch | January 19, 2005 04:32 PM
I don't need no stinkin' annotation. Rage. All the way.
Posted by: Everett | January 19, 2005 08:42 PM
leelu--
Cigarettes cost a dollar per pack to produce. The tobacco companies profit about ten cents per pack. All the rest of that money is confiscatory taxes and the extortion of smokers by a conspiracy of attorneys general. The general approbation of these crimes ensures that moralist academics and lawyers will tyrannize millions who never touched a cigarette. We handed them the weapon, with not a word of defense of our fellow citizens, simply because we despised smoking.
Fools.
Posted by: Brett | January 21, 2005 10:50 PM