Today was my scheduled off day and I have a ton of things to do and I haven’t done any of them. Okay nothing but washed two loads of clothes. The old man is sick and he finally passed out. He has severe sinus something or other. I’m hoping he’ll stay out for a while. That way I’ll be able to get some stuff done. His doctor visit showed what you would think it would for a overweight, pack a day, pop drinking guy with poor eating habits. So he goes back in for so tests in two weeks. He’ll be pissed that I wrote about it, but you know what? He’s gonna die young and probably take me with him if things don’t change. Things have to change. I don’t know how yet. But if they don’t I’m going to go fucking crazy.
09 Jan 2006 at 12:59 pm | #
To quit smoking is probably the hardest thing I have ever done. Not only was I addicted, but I LOVED the act of smoking as well. I found it to be sort of romantic to light a cigarette, and smoke it as if I were Bogart or Gable. When I was a kid I would watch transfixed as the smoke billow off the end of my grandmother’s cigarettes, hypnotized by the way it seductively wafted through the air. Smoking has got to be one of life’s greatest pleasures, and I thoroughly enjoyed the taste, the way the smoke felt as it went down my throat, the way it flowed out in front of my when I exhaled, and the way it hung in the air like a low-lying fog. It is truly a glorious experience.
To bad the shit will kill you in one of the most horrible fashions known to man.
I quite after my first date with the woman who would eventually become my wife, and while I have had a cigarette or two since we were married almost six years ago, I would never take it up again unless of course it miraculously became non-leathal. I think I would also take it up again if I were diagnosed with some sort of terminal disease.
10 Jan 2006 at 01:14 am | #
You know our story--cold turkey but a little late for me. I won’t preach but I’d hate to lose David because of some bad habits he could control.