03 September 2008

Trying Again

One day down, a lifetime to go.

Wish me strength. I was planning on waiting until the last official day of summer, but this morning I woke to indisputably fall-like conditions. So I says to myself, I says "Bug, yer goona quit with all that steamin pile' a horse crap smokin' stuff you been doin." While I agreed with myself, and reflected upon how patriotic quitting smoking truly is (see image, left), I almost broke down around 7:42 PM MDT. But then Flint miraculously came to my aid, generously removing himself to the out-of-doors instead of subjecting me both to his carcinogenic second-hand crap and nearly irresistible temptation. I drank some water.


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