PotatoHead's Journal: FUCK Everything

Ok, those who know me, know better than that. So what's with the foul topic?

I'M QUITTING SMOKING TODAY. Actually started yesterday. Had a couple laying around, so I enjoyed them and sat in for the first of a string of long evenings.

Been down this fucking road three times already. I'm working as hard as I can to make this time my last.

So I've got coffee (thank god that's ok --might as well die if it wasn't!), the gum and the little tablets. Forget the patches. They just don't do it for me --even two of 'em.

First stage was happiness. Well today that's all over. Now it's stage two. You know the one where you look all through the house for 'leftover smokes'. Did that. What did I find?

The neighbor bitch who borrowed the car left her smokes and lighter in the car!

Bitch.

Nice lighter --tossed it anyway along with the smokes. Damn that's tough. I know they are in the can. All I have to do is a little digging and... back on the road again. Shit!

That brings me to this journal entry. I was doing fine, until that find. I was hoping for maybe one of my old smokes. Actually would have been happy with nothing at all. The looking was fun and was passing the time actually. Found some other stuff I had been missing, like my little FM modulator.

Why did she have to leave those in the car!

Fucking Bitch. (She knows too.)

Anyway given the number of /. members these days, I know some of you have been here. Any ideas to pass the time? How long it took to reach a stable point? Funny stories?

Doing the same thing?

Put it all here. I'm self employed and have nowhere to go until Monday. Hopefully that will be long enough to get past the can'tworkpoorfocusfuckingsmokeleavingbitchwhyismymonitorsofuzzytodaywhereismycoffee stage!