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It's now been 8 days since I have smoked a cigarette and I am quite the guy to get along with now. I have threatened immediate death to no less than three people, thrown pens, bottle of water, and other random objects. The worst part is I miss half the time because my nerves are so shot. My foosball skills have gotten better, but I'm afraid it's just because I am really mad whenever I play. I never understood why my brother always was such a jerk when he quit, but now I do. So if you encounter me, and you get my good side, you should consider yourself blessed: the people I live with find me insufferable at the moment. Not that I care what they think (sorry Jez, Kevin, it should be temporary).

On another note, I have decided that foosball is the ultimate way to improve your reactions and reflexes. Paul Winzer is the master at the reflex shot against me. He has scored no less than 15 reflex goals against me on defense. This has of course inspired me to learn the reflex shot. I got three off on Oki-san (Onisan) just a couple hours before present. I won that game 10-9. I had to come back from 6-9, which I did. Hmmmm, coming back from 6-9, anyone care to psychoanalyze this?

I am currently reading Emma for my Novel Theory class and Pamela for my English Novel class. They are 400 pages and 500 pages respectively. And since I am so behind on my reading I will no doubt spend the next few days and nights in the library instead of going to an invite, or a bar night, or any kinds of nights. This is a great idea.