Dennis Blows, I Don't Suck

So, first of all, my sympathies to anyone who was hurt or suffered negatively from the Hurricane Dennis thing. That being said, however... when do we stop treating Hurricane Devastation in Florida as though it were something special. Do I expect sympathy for a foot of snow? No, because it happens so often, everyone knows better. There's no sympathy for a level 4 in Oklahoma, because anyone there should know better than to say "WHY ME?" Why you? Because you live in goddamned toronado alley! So, Florida... sucky day, kids, but, you can't say last year didn't give you an idea. So build stronger houses, or move. Emily's on her way.

In other WTF News: it has now been 9 full days since I have had a cigarette. As if that isn't amazing enough, yesterday, I (ready for this?) forgot to put on a new patch, and it was actually fine. I'm now wondering if I'll be okay just quitting the patch now. I don't know if I'll try that or not, though. I just don't want this time to be another false start.

The worst part is the habit. I just feel like there's this thing that I'm supposed to be doing, and just can't. It's really strange because it's this thing that I've done about once an hour or more, every day, for the last ten years.

Another thing that's bugging me as I'm awake at a rare (for the summer) 7:00 A.M.-- It's so annoying when the local weather guy says "Thanks, Al," and "Back to you, Al," when Roker hands over to the local weather report. Does he really think anyone believes that he and Al are good friends, or even in contact? Why can't he say "Good morning," or "Back to Al." We all know that Al Roker has no fre--WOW, Sgt Scott Haines of the Santa Rosa Florida County Sherriff, is HOT!!!--sorry... has no freaking clue who Rich Caniglia of Rochester's WHEC is, and that they're not in personal communication while doing the weather.

Well, that's what's got me going this morning.