I once started a blog about quitting smoking, but then I gave up on that. I got three posts and four days in before rampant cravings turned me into the kind of nicotine-addled lunatic that picks a fight with her boyfriend over a game of darts (he was cheating, probably), and after writing a lengthy diatribe condemning Big Tobacco, stop light cameras and the radiators in my apartment, I decided to abandon the whole thing and resume smoking, for the good of society. It is now several months later and I have forgotten the name of the blog, so somewhere on the internet are the addiction-fueled ravings of a madwoman who became irate at a jar of tomato sauce she couldn’t open and then, sulking, ate half a brick of cheese for dinner instead. Such is tragedy…
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