I think I've overdosed on Family.
I do love them all, but 2 full weeks of non-stop, hardcore family get togethers, overnight stays, and long drawn out meals has left me a shell of the man I used to be.
In other words, I fell off the Quitted Smoker Wagon.
In my defense, i'd like to say I picked up the first butt upon arriving in New York to a transit strike (what the fuck was that all about?) that was announced while I was in the air. Thanks Union. I didn't get to see my friends because you need to retire at 55. Suck it.
So I smoked. Cause I was stressed out. And besides, everyone in New York smokes. Everyone.
I enter the new year already running to catch up. sigh.
2 comments:
You haven't started smoking again. You just had a momentary lapse due to overwhelming emotional strain. Just like the lapse I had when Abigail was (wrongly) diagnosed with a brain tumor, and when I took that statistics class at Berkeley.
Now you jump right back to not smoking and you can still consider your original quit date valid.
Thanks, Doc.
You make me feel like Tony Soprano when I read your observations alongside that icon.
That would be bloated and stupid.
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