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June 30, 2002

8:41 p.m.

Last day of June. Sunday night. Dreading going to work tomorrow. At least it's a short week.

What happened to all the mimeograph machines? There's an antique for sale on ebay.

10:48 p.m.

Well, I'm quitting smoking. I think. I hope. It's a matter of necessity. It's a matter of my health. Of course, the fact that tomorrow cigarettes are going to be so expensive I won't be able to afford them is going to help greatly. I think. I hope.

I'm losing my breath, and I'm afraid of the consequences. It's not pleasant. And it's not pretty.

About ten years ago I quit smoking for something like six weeks. I used the patch. Something highly stressful happened and I resumed smoking on the first day of the seventh week.

However, after the first couple weeks of quitting that time, I was able to bound up a flight of twenty stairs without losing my breath. That was exceptionally wonderful. Unfortunately, I don't think it's going to be that quick this time.

The governor of Illinois has signed a new tax into law. It goes into effect tomorrow. It will increase the current tax by 40 cents, thus making the total Illinois cigarette tax 93 cents per pack. That's a lot. And we're in a financial crisis in Illinois, according to MSNBC, to the tune of about 1.3 million dollars. Gee, that doesn't seem like a whole lot. That figure is wrong. It's got to be more like 1.3 billion. Yeah, especially when you consider that the state is cutting 3.3 million dollars from the Northern Illinois University budget.

Anyway, I wonder what will happen if, because of the tax increase, a bunch of people quit smoking. Not only will the state lose out on the new 40 cents per pack, it will lose out on the 53 cents per pack that was already in place. It could happen.

It's happening here. With me. Right now. I went out tonight about 10:30 to buy what I thought would be my last pack of cigarettes. But, alas, the gas station where I buy them was already closed. I have about five cigarettes left. That should be more than enough. Don't ya think?

I'm scared. I really could use some help, support, understanding, someone to hold my hand.

The additional money saved by not buying cigarettes will be very nice, though. Keep thinking positive thoughts. Puff. Keep thinking positive thoughts. Puff. Keep thinking positive thoughts. Puff. Keep thinking positive thoughts. Puff.

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