A surf champion romanced me, then sat me down and gave me a magic elixir of fruit juices and sunflower seeds.
"Drink this," he said, "and you will no longer want to drink."
He put the glass in my hand. "Go over to that garden and meditate while slowly sipping," he said.
Why I can't stop: In the dream, I was smoking.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
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