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.
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