Super Freak

It's Day 6 of Postmodern Sass quits smoking, and this sign outside the local chiropractor's office pretty much sums up how I'm feeling.


I appreciate your support, Gentle Reader.

Some of you have suggested laser therapy, acupuncture, the patch, nicotine gum, even drugs, but I don't need any of that because I have the best weapon of all: this blog.

You see, though I do enjoy writing stories that entertain and amuse you, the reason I started writing this blog was for me to write out my fears and frustrations, and deal with them by publishing them. Metaphorically speaking, I like to put the thing that's bothering me up on the wall and slap it around a bit.

I've quit smoking twice before, and both times I did it cold turkey, so I know I can do it so long as I am motivated to do it. It is that motivation I lacked until my Dean died. And it's not that I want to quit now because she died of cancer and that scared me, though it did, some. It's because I didn't get a chance to make her proud of me, and I know that if she'd known I smoked she'd have been so disappointed in me... and I can't bear that thought, not after I failed to attend that reception to say goodbye.


I am not going to have a cigarette today. And I'm telling you, Gentle Reader, so that you'll hold me accountable.

Tomorrow: Day 7