As of last night, I became a non-smoker. I ran out of cigarettes on my way home from work and instead of buying another pack, I zipped on over to the nearest Rite Aid and bought the Patch. What an expensive and ironic purchase! I never realized you have to over 18 to quit. Thankfully, the cashier had a sense of humor because I couldn't help but laugh when she asked for my ID.

I came home, went on a short walk with my sister and ate an abstract but tasty salad for dinner. The cravings came upon me afterwards, so I descended into the jungle that is my backyard and brought my aggression upon any innocent weed I could find. Male, female, seedling... nothing was spared from my wrath. Sister later joined forces with me and two hours later the overgrowth was cleared like the Brazilian Rainforest.

Yard work is a great therapy. Tonight, the ivy is going down.