No Smith and Wesson for me.

Forgot how miserable quitting smoking is. I feel all icky and fidgetey. If I had a gun, I'd shoot the next Mo Fo that walked up to me. I told L that she needs to be patient with me because I'm a little snippy. (ubderstatement of the year) I've been cutting her short the last few days and haven't been my normal tolerant/laid back self. It better get better or I'm gonna jump off a cliff or end up divorced.