I'm gonna quit smoking
Tuesday, 09 December 2008 19:21
I have four cigarettes left.
My wife has been very patient and understanding and even designed my logo with a guy at a typewriting engaged in the vile act. This way when I quit I can always feel like I'm getting the benefits of smoking (via my avatar) without hacking up a lung every morning and clogging the sink with lugees.
Oddly enough, I ran into a woman trying to promote the cause of the Fulan Gong (more later wrt this on Attack of the Flak) whilst smoking outside the KUOW studio in prep for my Marketplace Money interview. She tried to convince me the detrimental effects outweighed the benefits. I stopped myself from decrying the anti-smoking agenda as a plot devised by the nicotine patch people.
Apparently, after reading some Fulan Gong materials her father (a long-time smoker) managed to quit. I was respectfully impressed. I employ a host of rationalizations. My mom didn't raise no quitter. It's my ginseng. A temporary crutch during periods of high stress.
Enough.
I've got four more.
It's hard to be a stay-at-home dad and a smoker. I'm far from the ideal father. I drink too much; too much coffee after I wake up, too much beer before I go to sleep. This makes me irritable in the AM and lackadaisical in the PM. My standard quip, "Stimulants in the morning, depressants in the evening" needs to be modified, or at least moderated.
You may not care. I don't even know if you exist.
Which reminds me, my lovely and talented wife/IT person set up "comments" so comment away, oh imagined readers.