I have now stopped smoking for 11 hours, 29 minutes, 42 seconds. That translates into 9 cigarettes NOT smoked, for a savings of $2.22! I have increased my life expectancy by 47 minutes, 53 seconds.
Hmph
I really really really wish I were going to Blogher.
sniff
I hate money.
I don’t think anyone who’s going even knows my blog. But I read them.
I hate money.
ranting and raving
You know what? This is gonna be a whiney, bitchy post. But I think I need to get it out of my system before I really bite someone’s head off.
First off – this heat is killing me. Not only do we not have AC at home – I don’t have it in my truck. I haven’t worn makeup in a couple of weeks, because I end up sweating on the way to work – not to mention on the way home. There’s no shade in the parking lot (I have my own spot). I crack the windows, but by the time I get out of here, there’s just no way to cool it down. Yesterday’s drive was just so miserable, and the house so miserable that literally the first thing I did when I walked in the door was strip down to my underwear. I didn’t even say hello to anyone. Although Poe was HEEEEeeellllllo! Naked wife! Not only do we have the heat, but weird humidity. So, I have my hair in a bun. Not as a fashion statement, but because the weather is making it act WEIRD. I do not have antennae, so looking like I do is really unnecessary. Bad hair days do not make a woman feel good.
This morning everybody in the house was just pick pick pick picking at each other. The kids were whiny brats, but so were Poe and I. Witness this exchange (keeping in mind that we almost never talk this way to each other):
Me: “Can you please deposit this $100? We really need it in the account” (thought bubble: which he was supposed to do last weekend)
Poe: “Can’t you do it?” (thought bubble: I already am taking both kids to the babysitter, do it yourself, since you’re by yourself…. Bitch)
Me: “Fine. I’ll do it.” (bitch.)
Poe: SSssiiiigggghhhh “Okay I’ll do it.” (bitch.)
Me: “No – I’ll do it. You never say you don’t want to unless you reallllllly can’t stand the thought.” (bitch.)
Poe: “Whatever.” (bitch)
Me: “And now you’re mad. You only say whatever when you’re mad.”
Silence until all parties leave.
Okay so show of hands of people who want to be a fly on the wall tomorrow when both adults quit smoking, one has major PMS already, with a heat wave, no air conditioning, and no grandparents to take the kids?
This should be really fun.
nerves.
I’m nervous. Tomorrow is Wednesday. Tomorrow I quit smoking. Making today the last day I smoke. What if I can’t do it? What if I fail again.
My Wellbutrin is causing me – at least I think it is the Wellbutrin – to not be able to go to sleep. I’m not tired. Then when I make myself, around midnight, I toss and turn and stare at the cieling. Which makes mornings OH SO WONDERFUL. I’ll try taking it an hour earlier than I have been – maybe 2.
how will I do this…
I’ve been trying to think of how I’ll do this. First of all – sponsor me! It’s for a great cause. Anyway, I’ll be up 24 hours! I have two issues.
The first is what am I going to write about for 48 entries? I think in the wee hours of the morning I’ll have to resort quizes. And maybe pictures with the stories that went with them.
The other problem? I’m quitting smoking on Wednesday. And then on Saturday, I’ll be at the computer for 24 hours straight. Where I like to smoke. This is going to be very hard for me. I’m thinking I’ll get that ginormous tub of red vines? I don’t know. That is one portion I’m really not looking forward to.
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