Sunday Morning... it looks like a beautiful day! I actually think that I got turned around right this time... I slept for about six hours yesterday, then stayed up until 23:00 and went back to bed when Karen did. Lacee was really pissed at me, she wanted to sleep with Karen, but I was adamant about that.
I did get up for a coupla hours about 01:00, though. But I went back to bed and slept until 08:00 anyway. And now I feel great!
And I think that I'll go upstairs and help Karen... she's got four kids to feed... Jeff, Patrick, Brian and Lacee... and she'll need some help. Well, not really need help, but she'll be just slightly resentful if she doesn't get any... and then maybe we can sit down and read the paper together.
So... later.
And... it's later, but not much. Karen is going to be taking Brian home, then we're going out to the gambling place north of town. The Casino, probably Harrahs'. Karen loves the casinos, but I've never been. And this was my idea, I'm not really sure why. Gambling is not really my bag. Maybe reading Willa's account of a trip made me greedy. Normally, I say that I work too hard for my money to throw it away... but I have succumbed to temptation... first time in my life. For this particular temptation, anyway.
I spent a lot of time yesterday writing about smoking, getting myself in the mood, exploring some reasons... I got as far as getting out of the army in 1969 before I had to stop and sleep. I will continue working on it for the next few days until I get done with it.
And speaking of things like that, the Smoke-ring Journals Web-ring is going pretty strong for just a coupla days of being online... five and counting.
I'm looking forward to stopping smoking. I feel just like I have every other time... I can DO IT! My short-term goal is 30 days. Forever is just too fuckin' long, y'know.
 Such a happy smoker! |
Actually, I'm kinda scared. I might really succeed this time! The Gus might get to read about a happy ending... but I'm afraid that setting a short-term goal might not be the thing for me to do. Going thirty days... shit, if I can do that, I can do forever, right? It's just a matter of degree.
And every time that I've failed, the common response has been, "You went for XXX days and then started again? Such a waste..." I don't want to hear that ever again.
I can win. The problem is, as always, that they will think that they won. I don't want them to think that. But I've figgered a way around that...
I ain't gonna tell 'em!
That was pretty damned easy, wasn't it? I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I just won't let on to any of the non-smokers that it's a big deal.
More later... or maybe tomorrow.