I swear I'm never going to be able to quit smoking. If I do, my blood pressure will surely skyrocket. No wonder every time I say I'm going to quit, Paul looks at me and says "suuuuuuure" as if I just told him I was planning to cook a 7-course meal.

Actually, I CAN cook a 7-course meal, but it would be like this: "First course, macaroni and cheese. Second course, cereal...."

Anyway what in the hell do non-smokers do when they're pissed and need to chill? That counting to ten bullshit doesn't work, all it does is piss me off more that I'm wasting my time with such a futile exercise.

Hey, Friends is staying for one more season, HOORAY!!!!!!!!!