My OperaSucker for punishment and the art of being a knob
Tuesday, December 4, 2007 5:55:16 PM
I have sat, walked, ran, shagged all whilst coughing my guts up this week. Officially diagnosed with a throat and chest as infected as a single character from 28 Weeks Later, every waking hour (and, I'm sure, some unwoken ones too) I am spluttering and yelping in harsh shooting pains.
Yet I continue to smoke, how ridiculous is that? Maybe it's because I know penicillin works so quickly for me, or maybe it's because I am mentally and/or physically addicted to nicotine.
I have before me a booklet on giving up with the NHS. Unfortunately, this is a prime example of my low latent inhibition (yep, that one from Prison Break). I can see through the "encouraging statements".. all seem ficticious to me. All seem exagerated to me. All seem so far in the future to me.
I can only consider the present in most cases, but the fact I'm bombarded with information about the future brings a misty cognitive dissonance.
What the heck, we only live once, right?
Yet I continue to smoke, how ridiculous is that? Maybe it's because I know penicillin works so quickly for me, or maybe it's because I am mentally and/or physically addicted to nicotine.
I have before me a booklet on giving up with the NHS. Unfortunately, this is a prime example of my low latent inhibition (yep, that one from Prison Break). I can see through the "encouraging statements".. all seem ficticious to me. All seem exagerated to me. All seem so far in the future to me.
I can only consider the present in most cases, but the fact I'm bombarded with information about the future brings a misty cognitive dissonance.
What the heck, we only live once, right?
