The Sick.

Otters actually do float around holding hands! I saw some once when I was in Montreal, and they have got to be the cutest and most playful creatures...always jumping and playing and having a GOOD TIME!

Last week I had a big decision to stop smoking. I said to myself, "Self, why don't you stop smoking. Now seems like a good time to do so, wouldn't you concur?" My brain and body overheard and had the following conversation:

Brain: SssssTOP smoking? boo! hiss!

Body: Oh yes, Brain. That's right. Prepare for a hell like no other!

Immediately after I gave it the old quit-quit, I got horribly sick. This has happened before to me, and I don't know if it is because my body knows I am getting sick and is like ix-nay on the utts-bay, farmer brown! You're gonna get a sick! Or else if it is some strange cleansing response to the decision. I definitely feel congestion in my lungs from years and years of badness, so I am grimly awaiting the reflux of it all.

Thus I am stuck on the couch craving salty potato chips and chicken soup with no hydrogenated oils, trashy magazines and chick flicks.