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Monday, January 07, 2002
Working with the fat slapper went fine. Thankfully I won't have to do that again for awhile. He's just so "fat-slapper-ish". Trust me, if you had to work with him, you'd think it was a word too.
The Packer's won and I'm going to the playoff game baby. That's right!! Take some time to mull that one over if you need too. I'm going to be crowded into Lambeau, freezing my ass off, paying $7 for a MGDL, having drunk people spill beer on me... wait, why am I excited? 'CAUSE IT'S THE PACKERS BABY!!!! I cannot wait!
I went to the doctor today (everything is fine) and am now on the Zyban. Which means I will be smoke-free in the next 10-14 days. Which also means that I will be a raging asshole for the next 14-36 days. Just thinking about it makes me want to kill someone for the nicotine under their fingernails... "You hear me Loretta??" (Drop Dead Gorgeous quote). My blood pressure is also a wee bit high, so we have to keep an eye on that. How high you ask? Let's just say that I am one idiot driver away from a "coronary incident".
And FYI "Nurse Emma", I am NOT a "big boy". "Big boys" are either a) a restaurant or b) a 12 year old that didn't cry when he got a shot. I am a XXL man living in a Medium world. Don't make me break you in half, because I can and I will. DAMMIT! who has a cigarette...
Craig @ 2:49 PM
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