--- Fair warning.
I'm liable to be cranky today. Under the premise that I've been smoking
much too much lately, the husband has hidden my stash of smokes. He
threw this edict down around eleven a.m. yesterday. I've already gone
24 hours on one pack---which is much better than my average, but...
...I have one cigarette to last me until seven p.m. CDT. Which is five
and a half hours from now. I would ask that you go to your local
church/synagogue/buddhist temple and pray that the husband survives
until he can hand over the next pack at seven this evening---CDT. I've
got a can opener handy. A can of bitchcraft is sitting on the desk,
just waiting to be opened. Will I take the opener and do the deal?

Well, you'll just have to wait and find out, eh?

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