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Okay, so today I nearly lost my mind.  First off, what a beautiful day here in Hartford, CT.  58 degrees and sunny all the way through the day.  Couldn’t have asked for anything better. Anyways, today took an interesting toll on my body.  5 Days is nothing right?  5 days without anything after having your ENTIRE LIFE should be a piece of pie.  EEGGHH! wrong.  I quit smoking 6 months ago, cold turkey, just woke up one morning and decided I was no longer going to smoke.  My dad has had a lot of trouble with it, and a lot of my family smokes or did smoke, so I decided it was time to quit myself.  In the past few days, I have craved a cigarette more than I have ever craved one in the past six months.  Now, is there a direct correlation?  Here is my take on it.  I have overcome smoking cigarettes, which we all know has its addictive properties.  Now that my body has been without any sort of animal product, is it possible that my body is going through a slight withdrawl of meat?  Are there addictive properties in the animals?  I hope someone has the answer to this.

I had my first encounter with someone tell me that I’m being a vegetarian because I want to lose weight and that most people who are vegetarians lose a lot of weight.  I can already see the ignorance showing through.  I tried to explain to someone else my post yesterday about fully understanding something before writing it off.  Surely I could have researched vegan’s and vegetarians in a library somewhere, but what would have I learned really?  Hypothesize, experiment, analyze results, repeat results.  I plan on doing just that.  What better way to prove something, then to involve the scientific method and make fact from fiction.

I just realized today also that I NEED to return to the casino.  Drop a few c-notes on the blackjack table and double down a few times, winna winna, chicken dinnah.  Nothing spells class like sitting a luxury hospital for all the geriatrics in Connecticut.  It won’t be long until the 50,000 slot machines come equipped with oxygen masks just to keep them alive long enough to get that one last pull.  The horse betting room might just as well come with guns and full time coroners.  Hell you could even make the walls canvas and have a Jackson Pollock contest.  And have you see the degenerates that walk around picking the cigarette butts from the ashtrays looking to get that one last puff so they don’t have to buy the $20 pack at the Quik-E-Mart inside.  My heart goes out to the poor housewives who sit there waiting for their husbands at 4 am reading the Gambling Addiction pamphlets.  The one thing that will make me laugh every time is the poor bastard pushing the baby carriage.  You know that guys pulling bitch detail while his wife and the girls play the penny slots.  Yup, this sounds like a place I want to go.  Who’s coming with me?

side note:  there is no tone or inflection in online chat and that pisses me off.