Blind Prophecy

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By the end of the day yesterday I was entertaining violent bloody murder fantasies about everyone who crossed my path. Yeah, cold-turkey not working. So I went and bought a four week supply of the patch. It took the edge off my cravings-turned-to-violent-impulses. Still had trouble sleeping, but at least it wasn’t as bas as it might have been.

As expected, the patch gave me psychadelic technicolor wacky dreams. Last time I was on the patch (about 3 years ago) the same thing happened. I think I gave up on quitting just because I couldn’t deal with the dreams anymore. This time I’m prepared for them. That’s what happens when you’re getting a steady stream of nicotine while asleep.

Good thing I got the patch when I did. Brandon and Joanna showed up to help move in some new furniture Mom got from my Aunt Becky when she moved across the country last weekend. I can barely keep my temper in check with Brandon under the best of circumstances.

At one point, he commented about their trip to California last week (to get the furniture mentioned above) that it was crazy driving all that way with three girls. He said, “Next time I go to San Francisco, you’re coming with me. I don’t care if you act like a girl, it’s still better than a trip with all real girls.”

Everyone–Joanna, Mom, my aunt Julie, Jeanna–stopped at the “act like a girl comment” and just held their breathe. As I opened my mouth to rip him a new asshole, Joanna jumped in and broke us up (lecturing her husband about thinking before he speaks). The only time I “act like a girl” is when I’m in drag and Brandon has never and will never see that.

At least Mom has seen people quit smoking before and knows that I’m going to be mighty unpleasant for the next month or so.

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