Today's post was going to be about strange people I come in contact with at the ol' convience store that I work at. It's not about strange people anymore. I started writing, got a bunch of crap on the "page", and then stopped. In one swoop of right clicking mouse hand, it's all gone. I, in my fit of nicotine-withdrawl, decided it was all crap and I hated the internet, my post and the horses they rode in on. Burried the post, shot the horses, and I've got the internet tied up in my basement. I don't know what I'm going to do with it yet...probably subject it to thousands of porn pop-ups until it confesses that it really could go faster if it wanted to.

Somewhere in the middle of that delusional tirade, there's a bit of truth. What is it? I'm going fucking nuts.

I'm at 24 +19 hours of not smoking. My children see me coming and run for the safety of their (now clean) rooms. And I could probably find something totally un-flattering to say about 90% of the people who came into the store last night. Including the people that I actually like.

If you've never quit smoking...you'll never understand. If you have....I'll just say that I'm at the point where I could chew iron pegs right now...and that's just after having lunch. I just hope no one ticks me off, because I'll not be held responsible for my actions. My lungs are also in revolt. They apparently don't know what to do with all the clean air that is coming in, so they are making me cough a whole lot. Tons of fun that one is.

I've got to goto the grocery store now. Watch your local news tonight...there may be a report of crazed cigaratte quitter doing something totally justafied at the local grocery....or not.