Well into day 3 of no smoking. . While my little count-up app on my blog says I am at 55 hours, it actually has been more like 63 hours.

Starting to notice the smell of tobacco on my stuff, which is odd since I always smoked outside.

Too broke to purchase my heart meds, insulin, and diabetic supplies. Blood sugar was just 329. Cupboards are bare too. Sucks being poor.

From my Email Inbox: A Funny...

A U.S. Marine squad was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi terrorist, badly injured and unconscious. On the opposite side of the road was an American Marine in a similar but less serious state. The Marine was conscious and alert and as first aid was given to both men, the squad leader asked the injured Marine what had happened.

The Marine reported, "I was heavily armed and moving north along the highway here, and coming south was a heavily armed insurgent."

We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road. I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein was a miserable, lowlife scum bag who got what he deserved, and he yelled back that Ted Kennedy is a fat good-for-nothing, left wing liberal drunk who doesn't know how to drive.

So I said that Osama Ben Ladin dresses and acts like a frigid, mean-spirited lesbian!

He retaliated by yelling, "Oh yeah? Well, so does Hillary Clinton!"

"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a truck hit us."

42 hours without a smoke. damn! I want one.

In 48 hours All nicotine will have left your body. Your sense of taste and smell will return to a normal level.

So begins Day 2 without smoking. Haven't killed anyone yet.