A Cold, A Cough, And Some Cigarettes

Whoosh, been totally fucked this last week. I've had a killer cold, bunged up to hell, snot coming out of my nostrils like slugs, a cough that could wake the dead and a throat that looked like vines were growing up the roof of my mouth.

All in all, a bit of a cold. Today I felt much better and feel like facing the land of the living, instead of staying in bed.

I managed 6 days without a cigarette. A record. Then went out and bought a fresh pack. Then I went two days. After that, I thought fuck it. I'll smoke: but I'll just smoke less. Maybe one day I'll wean my way off of them completely.

I've been watching some great old film noir movies lately and enjoying them a lot. Haven't watched any horror, for which I will do so soon.

Can't wait for THE MIST to come out on DVD. Seems like I've been waiting forever for it to be released.

***spits violently at random stranger***

I've been off in other places lately. Not been online.

Roy Scheider died. That was a sad day. Love that guy's movies.

Haven't had a cigarette since Wednesday. I've kind of stopped smoking, but half of me is giving me emotional torment as to why I've quit smoking, so I'm in psychological turmoil for a cigarette, and half feeling fucked off at myself for stopping in the first place. Great, I will live a few more years. My healthy heart can barely take the anticipation!

Completely lost my fucking appetite since Wednesday. My stomach is constantly rumbling, and I'm drinking way too much pop for it to be healthy, and I'm sick of chewing chewing gum as a cigarette substitute. I have got muscles in my jaw that most mortal men do not achieve! So I'm chewing gum like an addict and pissing like a sailor.

So I'm feeling grumpy as hell, and could quite easily grab a gun and shoot random, annoying people ... only guns are banned in this country, along with everything else that is remotely entertaining, so I guess ... I'll chew some fucking gum instead.