GTA vs CSI:Miami

I haven't decided what it is about CSI:Miami specifically that makes me want to jump into a game of GTA Vice City, but man, every time I hear that WAAAAAAAHHHHH! lead into the soundtrack of the show, I can almost feel the controller in my hand. I think it's the excessive use of white pants maybe. Or the blank stares on every one's face. Or all the flashy cars. Man, when I see them, I think, I could totally just bust into that and steal it, then drive it down the street like a bat out of hell. So I think that's what I'm going to do this evening for a bit. Get out the old games, controllers, and beat the hell out of some cops while stealing a car and running over old people. And they say games are too violent. Pa-SHAW!

I just got of the phone with a friend of mine, and I get the feeling she doesn't enjoy talking to me nearly as much now as when I smoked during our conversations. I realize that now I'm a little distracted because, well, for so long whenever I would have a phone in one hand I would have a cigarette in the other. And now that I don't, it's a relearning process for me. The nicotine withdrawals haven't been bad, it's more the habit itself that is taking time to get over. I just don't know what to do with that other hand! Also, I don't know how to keep from killing people at work. I used to be able to walk outside, grab a smoke, vent a bit, go back inside, and slide the letter opener back into the desk drawer without inflicting any harm on anyone. Now..well...it's gonna get interesting. Tomorrow is the first payroll that I've done without smoking. Let's see if I make it. More importantly, let's see if anyone else does.

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