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8/11/07 11:12 am - Today will be the worst day....
...and I know it will get easier.
I've officially quit smoking. For real this time. It's been 19 hours. 19 LONG hours, but I'm going to do it this time.
I'm sitting holed up in my room, all the windows covered, and music blasting, while Aidan plays outside with his Grammy. Makes it easier on me. Looking outside makes me think of only smoking outside, which makes me want to smoke.
I've quit a lot of things lately...food groups, people groups, actions. I'm just tired of everything that's bad for me. Now, if only I could knock my father out of my life, I'd be peachy keen, jellybean. Him and my job...if only I could knock my father off (anyone know a good hitman?) and find a wonderful job that pays more that 18,500 a year before taxes, I'd be set. Oh, and move back to Milwaukee. So, father, job, Milwaukee. Perfect happiness.
I've officially quit smoking. For real this time. It's been 19 hours. 19 LONG hours, but I'm going to do it this time.
I'm sitting holed up in my room, all the windows covered, and music blasting, while Aidan plays outside with his Grammy. Makes it easier on me. Looking outside makes me think of only smoking outside, which makes me want to smoke.
I've quit a lot of things lately...food groups, people groups, actions. I'm just tired of everything that's bad for me. Now, if only I could knock my father out of my life, I'd be peachy keen, jellybean. Him and my job...if only I could knock my father off (anyone know a good hitman?) and find a wonderful job that pays more that 18,500 a year before taxes, I'd be set. Oh, and move back to Milwaukee. So, father, job, Milwaukee. Perfect happiness.
cranky