I'm day five with out my sweet elixir of life, Diet Dr. Pepper.
The shakes have pretty much stopped, but every where I turn I see my beloveds face. Mocking me with it's maroon and white beauty, taunting me as if to say "HA HA, SUCKER!" as it dribbles alluringly down the throat of another.
Today, I've managed to leave the fetal position and am mostly stretched out flat on the kitchen floor in my misery.
Perhaps by tomorrow, I'll have stop sniffing the last empty can for a scent of my dearests aroma.
By the end of the week, I may even no longer need to cuddle that empty 2 liter while I sleep!
Oh, what a glorious day that will be!
Monday, September 15, 2008
If that day ever comes, which I doubt.
Labels: Help Me Baby Jesus, quickies, Thystleness
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4 little kittens say Meow:
I had me a 20oz on Saturday (day 7). I didn't exactly FALL off the Dew wagon, I just sorta ran alongside it for a bit.
Have to say, it was better even than I imagined it would be.
I miss the bubbly, dang it!
uuhhhmmm....why??? But Why???
Or you could just drink some more, and buy stock in the company.
WOW. Haunting. Neat post. I'm checking that out! Might even post a secret...
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