This better F*&#@%%^$%%#$%#ing work!

That's an awfully long curse.

I got the stop-smoking medicine Chantix today. Assuming that all goes well (meaning no intense depressive thought, nightmarish dreams, psychotic episodes, severe weight gain or death by my own hand-all listed side effects), I will have put down the ciggies for good next Saturday.

So you know what I intend to do this weekend? Drink wine...smoke....eat some food....smoke...screw my (and Dean's) brains out...smoke...go poop...smoke...drink coffee...smoke. Smoke...then smoke.

Oh and I'm also hoping I don't puke up everything I eat. Nausea is another reported side effect. I can't afford to be a part-time bulimic on top of all this.