I'm feeling a little scattered.  I am trying to quit smoking. Again. 

I've lost track of how many times I've tried this, and I've never managed to make it stick.  It's especially frustrating because in other areas of my life, I am the getting shit done MASTER.

It is frustrating as shit.  And I am entering EPIC levels of bitchery.  Like, I found myself angrily arguing with dudebro nerd boys on Tumblr about the season 8 Doctor Who premiere. 

So, I've basically just completely lost it.  And I'm filled with hating. Can't forget the hating.

I'm exhausted, my chest hurts and I'm whining to you fine people on the internets.

I was going to write a blog post about the latest Doctor Who and sexism, but it'll keep.  (I am pretty mad about it, y'all.)

Basically, if I wait around until I want to stop smoking- like REALLY want to, I'm never going to do it.  Because I like it.  So I have to just do it, and it fucking blows.

I'm going to go read a book and eat something.  Wish me luck.