So I haven't posted in a while. This mainly because my job has taken my life and flushed it down the toilet. I have no life. No time to do anything. Of course, one day I'll have piles of money, while those of you who are enjoying your lives now will be living in trailers on the other side of town from my gigantic house which will be filled with sorrow and emptiness because I will have sold all that is truly valuable in life to the capitalist dogs that feast on the innards of the working class.

That said, I've quit smoking. I'm on the patch. It worked only because I had strep when I started. Now I don't have strep and I realise how much I loved smoking. The patch doesn't work for that; it doesn't cure the love. Now, horror of horrors, smoking doesn't taste good. It doesn't taste bad, but it doesn't taste as wonderful as it did. That's sad.

Thankfully, I can think better (probably because of all that excess oxygen). In a sense, though, I was helping out those with less oxygen when I was a smoker because I didn't breath as much of it. Not smoking sucks as much as smoking -- just in different ways.