You know, those ones where that disgusting pit monster or whatever it is, is crawling through the main character’s lungs saying nasty things like, “You’re my host until you’re TOAST!”?

Those are totally lame and just make me have bad dreams. And considering that I am a day away from making attempt number…. uh… six (?) at quitting the sticks, I have enough problems sleeping without some wacko commercial giving me even trippier dreams. THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

I’m compiling a list of why it would be a good idea for me to quit. Barring the obvious (badgering by the, ahem, loved ones) no more cravings, etc, I’ve heard it improves your sense of smell (quitting, that is), circulation and generally most other body systems.

That’s nice. I can’t sleep.

Will post more as I think of the good reasons. And probably will post alot more as I think of more stuff to whine about while withdrawing.

-j