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So I finally got a 3-day weekend. Unfoprtunately, to do it, I had to basically jack up a tooth. It actually had settled down by the time I got to the dentist, but I would like to state for the record that I have some darn good medication.

The down side of this is that I am officially punchy. The not-smoking thing is coming along, still. I feel good about it, but still when I’m stressed, the “I need to inhale and feel better” desire is there in a fairly strong manner. I’m still only a couple weeks into this. I do however, feel confident about it. Like this time I really can walk away from the smokes.

arsed myself to get the titlebar back there where it oughta be. And while I was at it, a redo of sorts was in order. I muched around and finally came out with this mess here.

I’m not sure, but I think the color sort of draws. I think that might be a nice way of rationalizing the fact that it’s just short of tragic as far as the overall theme and flow of the site go.

There’s a lot of things I’m popping into my body right now, and there’s one thing I’ve realized. I hate being angry. I keep having to walk away from things when I just get heinously bitchy.

It’s hell on Wonderwife and the boy, and I really really need to start thinking forward at some point about what to do to make it up or do something for them. I mean, not-smoking is a nice treat, but not-smoking and not having hissyfits would be even better.

More later, as I should be going to bed here soon. The other bad thing is that this has been playing hell with my sleep patterns.

But I have an excuse, really.

I’m trying to quit smoking. Shush. It’s a pain in the ass. Or the jaw, take your pick. I’m nearly constantly chewing on something. The depressing thing I’ve noted is that it’s about as expensive to quit smoking as it is to keep smoking. Patches, gum…just without that whole 40 types of cancer and/or lung disease part.

Meanwhile, a brief update to the previously aforementioned whinefest of football. Enjoy Chicago, Cutler. The “winner” in this particular dickwaving contest appears to be the coach. However, he really doesn’t have any more excuses. He’s going to have a QB he wants, the system he wants, and he’s got until August to poop a defense. Expectations just went through the roof.

We speak not of the Avalanche season, except to say “Now we know what the bottom looks like”. Bastards.

Lastly, working on a website for a friend. I’m not going to reveal any details, save that it’ll be in the links later on when it’s up to the rigid quality standards you’ve come to expect.