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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
 
The first day without a cigarette in thirteen years finds me not having so much trouble with the abstinence as with staying awake. What gives? I guess I spent more time sitting in my stupid chair, here, today, without all those smoke breaks. I feel like hot buttered ass. You know that feeling where you are in a situation where it is absolutely impossible for you to sleep (whether due to social or physical restraints on your freedom) but your body won't listen and your eyes keep closing and you keep shaking your head involuntarily to stay awake and all you can think about is how you won't be horizontal for at least a few hours, which might as well be forever, because you can't possibly stay alive that long? Well fuck. I had a little lie-down in a vacant office, and now I feel right as rain, or at least righter than a sewer. Two words, Corporate America: NAP ROOMS!
     The reassuringly long instruction manual for my Nicotine patches says: "Keep the patches between 66° and 75°F; they break down quickly in high temperatures). Oh, well played, GlaxoWellcome! Bravo! I'll just put them in my purely theoretical "magical wonder box" which I say is theoretical because nothing can stay between your ludicrous temperature goalposts in my apartment during the summer, and you know it. Perhaps I could turn the third bedroom into a walk-in humidor, like rich people? Hah. I suppose I could keep the patches at work -- but I don't go to work on weekends. Is that what you wanted, Glaxo, for me to work every day of the week? Fuck you! I'm shomer shabbos, bitches! Should I be at all concerned about the fact that you manufacture both the patch and the Zyban? And that you recommend using both in conjunction for ten fucking weeks? Gabble!
     Hey, they (not Glaxo) cancelled Lollapalooza! Which is a shame, because I didn't even know about it, really. Check out that list of bands, though -- right up my alley, at least six bands I'd really like to see, and I'm sure that's no accident. Perry Farrell is reportedly crying into his wheat grass. How come nobody even mentioned LollaP this year? How come I didn't know? I probably still wouldn't have gone, because that many people make me nervous. Though it looks like it might have ended up as crowded as a midnight gig on a monday night, plenty of room to stretch out and pretend not to enjoy the music as you make fun of other people's clothes.
     And here's a nice image to leave you with in lieu of another story about sweat: earlier today, a muscle spasm in my lower back/hip region actually made me yelp out loud in pain, and a tear burst from my eye like the saddest reverse money shot ever.

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"drownded"
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