I QUIT!!!

Smoking, that is!

Yep -- haven't had one in 3 1/2 days! Not since Monday morning.

Hooray!

I want a cigarette!

No I don't!

Yes I do!

No I don't!

And on and so forth, for the rest of my life.

When I get to the afterlife, the very second thing I'm going to do is to have a cigarette. The very first thing I'm going to do involves a particular zombie, and is none of your damned business.

Wish List?! You Wanna Wish List?!!

Okay, here's my list of utterly selfish demands:

1. Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of money.

Sure, I know -- money isn't everything. But what it does do is buy TIME. If I didn't have to work for someone else to pay the bills, I'd have enough time to devote to the things I love to do. Money also buys peace of mind. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE IT IS PUTTING AN INDEPENDENT TV SHOW TOGETHER? Especially when no one else in the group ever has any money?

I know how lucky I am. Believe me, I do -- I watch what goes on in the world, and I'm thankful that my life is, so far, relatively trouble-free. I watch my friends going through a variety of woes (financial and otherwise), and I'm sorry for them, but relieved for myself, because I've managed to keep my life fairly calm so that kind of thing doesn't happen to me (I hope). But I'm a-rackin' up the debts pretty fast here, trying to get these projects off the ground. When I get in a private snit, I start to wonder if the rest of the team just expects me to come up with the cash all the time, since I've mostly been the one doing it so far. I don't mind spending the time on it, since it's what I love doing in the first place. But I could sure use a monetary donation now and then.

Blah. There, that's it -- now I'm going to go enjoy the rest of my day.

Well, No Damn WONDER

Here I sit -- just woke up for the day. Got my tea, got my smoke, got the computer turned on for my daily half-hour jaunt through the internet before I go to work. My eyes are so heavy...I know I'm not getting enough sleep. But why am I SO tired this morning?

Then I glance at the computer clock.

Aww -- naw, man...no way.

It's four in the damn morning. When I wake up, I always just figure it's time to get up.

Screw this. I'm goin' back to bed.

My Doctor Told Me to Get More Exercise

He did. He said that if I got more exercise, then my aches and pains would go away. So I began exercising. I've been doing it since March. My aches and pains have NOT gone away -- in fact, I now have lots of NEW ones to keep the old ones company.

In the other world, I do not have constant aches and pains. Or an impinged nerve. Or carpal tunnel. Or bad skin. Or dizzy spells. Or anxiety disorder, and all of its wonderful co-morbid companions.

I don't usually complain about it that much, since I know there's not a thing that can be done (short of some horrific operations and/or drugs that I refuse to take). But it's been acting up nonstop for the past week, and I am damned sick and tired of it, and I don't want to bother my friends with these futile complaints, so if you're still reading this, you've got only yourself to blame. Ha.

Mornin'

All right...6:00 am. Alarms off -- check. Tea -- check. Cigarette -- check. Computer on -- check, and it works today. Nothing like starting the day off with a few small successes.

I wish the Weather Channel site would put its stories in text form. I don't feel like watching videos right now, but you can't get the weather news there without cranking up the media player.

And can you believe it? September 10th here in West Michigan, and it's STILL 90 degrees. The leaves are starting to turn, and its STILL 90 degrees. That's enough, already. Summer was hot enough. It is autumn now. Stop it.

On a lighter note, I got a whopping seven hours of sleep just now. A vast improvement over the five I got last night, and the four of the night before.

Tea is good.

There, I'm done for now.