DAY 7

i did it, i did it, i did it. (i am totally wiggling my bottom at you, its a shame you cant see.)

i almost feel like a better person. almost. physically, i still feel worse, but i can't just blame the smoking, or lack thereof. i wouldnt want the Womb from Hell to feel left out for assisting in the discomfort level. i figure i cant sleep this much forever. really. one of these days ill actually HAVE to get out of bed. the issue will be whether or not i actually do.

at least now i dont feel so alone. every morning when i wake up it feels like i had a big fat guy asleep on my chest all nite. but i know thats impossible because my bed is allergic to men. either that or its been so long since its seen one, its forgotten what they look like. both are totally possible. and painfully unfortunate.

and this way, with all the money i save, i figure i can buy something really useful for the next election in 2008. like maybe ohio. it cant be THAT expensive. afterall, its just ohio.