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nothing left inside:
Posting will in all likelihood be light today. I'm 24 hours into my New Year's resolution to quit smoking, and, making matters worse, the house's coffee maker decided to check out. This is, I believe, the fourth time I've attempted to quit, and I intend it to be the final, once-and-for-all push. Dear God, how I love to smoke and how badly will I miss it. For now, I have a piece I need to finish for a certain magazine and staring at the Word document is making my eyes hurt. Kids, take it from me: don't smoke.
--Spencer Ackerman
You will find it easier to quit smoking if you go without the coffee as well. I did. |