Totally stolen from inspired by Christie!

Knitterly things I would like to accomplish by May 1, 2006.

Finish a fair isle project. Any project.
Finish my 2nd Hourglass sweater. Pretty doable, as I've already started a sleeve.
Post more pictures on my blog. I promise, I will start doing this!
Make a scarf for my aunt. She outright told me to, and I have the yarn for it.
Use up 25% of my stash.
Calculate how much stash I have so I can come up with 25%**
Intarsia. 'Nuff said.
Make a sock. Or two.

I think I can do that in four months. That list is pretty reasonable, right?

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Bar names I have thought up:

Can You Beer Me Now? Good!
Lager-rythms
It's Ale Good

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Possible Secret Santa Gifts I Shall Give as Revenge For Last Year's Disappointing Gift (a tin of generic butter cookies) (yes, I am still bitter, why do you ask?)

Phone Card
Socks
Promotional Drink Coasters
Haggis
Cans of Bud Lite (5)
A Fimo-clay Ashtray, made by yours truly in under 5 minutes
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Smoking update: Only four cigarettes total for yesterday. One fifth my usual intake! Today I'm hoping for only three, but I don't know. I was trying for just two but when I tried to skip my lunch smoke this urge to pick up a shot gun and "thin the herd" came over me.

**Hmm...I seem to have received 11 skeins of yarn in the mail. The stash maths will be difficult.

Day 3. Murderous nicotine craving stampede seems to have slowed down to a murderous nicotine craving...saunter. Or maybe a murderous nicotine craving trot.

To give you all an idea of my current sitch, I'm used to smoking about 15-20 cigarettes a day. So approximately a pack a day.  For the past 11 years (I'm not counting the smoking dilettante years preceding my pack a day habit.) I'm heavily addicted, to the point where my pink little lungs are not so much the pink anymore. I'm sure if you opened me up you'd find some sort of lung shaped oily mass in my chest hole.

But yesterday I only had a grand total of 7 cigarettes. People! This is HUGE! And today I went FIVE. WHOLE. HOURS between smokes (current count: 2). Sure, I ate a lot of Skittles and maybe ground my teeth down to nubs, and stopped talking to the world, but still.

Quitting (or at this stage, cutting down) has had it's effect on the house, too. In an effort to make the loooong hours between cigarettes go by faster, I cleaned. And ironed. And knit. Then ripped out all my knitting. Good-bye, Norwegian mitten. May you be reborn in a more appropriate gauge.

Thank you, Wellbutrin, and your low instance of sexual side effects!