My Tale of Woe

The last month has been exhilarating. I did what I wanted without a care in the world. I knew it was coming to an end soon, but I refused to think about that. Now reality has set in.



Jerry and I had lapsed in our new life as non-smokers.



We quit again New Years Eve.




I have gained 7 pounds.




I am second only to Satan himself in evil thoughts and general crankiness.



Surely Satan is cranky.



Betcha he smokes too. Asshole.



I am a fat, cranky, non-smoker.




Don't congratulate me, tell me I can do it, or any other of that crap.



I won't care, I won't want to hear it.




I LIKE SMOKING.



I MISS IT.



It just really sucks ass that continuing to do so will kill me, so I have to stop.



Ugh.







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