When will this day end?

God, I'm having a horrific day and it's only 11:30 a.m. Jesus Christ.

I'm sure it's partly the whole non-smoking thing. And partly that I'm menstruating.

(Not that I'm menstruating. But that it means I'm not pregnant.)

Non-smokers don't crave cigarettes. Non-smokers don't crave cigarettes. Non-smokers don't crave cigarettes. Non-smokers don't crave cigarettes.

Ok, perhaps I'll go outside at putter around the yard. That will keep my mind occupied for a while.

Non-smokers don't crave cigarettes.

Urs.