Tuesday, February 1, 2011
That's right. That's my empty last pack. LAST PACK. EMPTY.
Another day without cigarettes. I know it's better for me to just kick the habit, but... Have you ever tried to? Feels fucking horrible. There should be a special part of Hell that's there just to simulate the sensations of a nicotine withdrawal.
Anyone that's currently trying to quit a bad habit, be it smokes or booze or stalking a smoking hot neighbor... You have my sympathy. Lord knows you deserve it.
Writing goes a lot slower without my smoky catalysis. I'm about 2000 words into the latest chapter of my fanfiction. That's right. Fanficion. By which I mean my dyslexia-riddled Hermione/Fleur femslash fanfic.
For the curious few, here's the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6224563/1/Charmed
On a happier note, here's a recent study about how "medical clowns" boosting the success of an in-vitro fertilization.
Those of you who are interested in this particular side of medicine, University of Haifa is offering a degree for exactly that.
I don't know about you, but I'm not letting a clown near my cooch. No, sir. My coulrophobia is too strong for that. The moment one of these "medical clowns" step into the room, I can feel my egg go floooph... Right back to the fallopian tubes. Just give me the turkey baster any day.