Day 5 no nicotine and I haven't killed my

Day 5 no nicotine and I haven't killed my husband. Yet. Boo-Yah!

Day 8 Cigarettes are appearing in my dreams. My husband is snoring. As a premptive measure, I have put a padlock on my kitchen knives. Repeat the mantra. 'Smoking bad! Don't kill!'

Day 10 I should be studying right now, but my husband left, so now I'm on FoldingStory trying to get my mind off him and the mysteriously sharpened cutlery. And the exams.

Day 11-Husband texted 100 sad smilies saying he still loves me-will I take him back?Largest butcher knife and grapefruit knife missing this a.m. from mysteriously sharpened cutlery

dreamcatcher. "At least he left the bazooka," I thought as I climbed onto the stool and grabbed it. Day 12-Found husband's receipt for 10 jugs of bleach and a jumbo trash can. What

would an agoraphobic entomologist want with those? I asked myself. Made a note to follow the bastard the next time he left the house - which, as far as I knew, was never. Day 13 -

But just as i doubted he would leave, he left. And I followed him. I didn't understand it he was just acting normal. Maybe he wasn't as

innocent as he'd let me believe. Then I saw him edge into a darkened alley up ahead. Ah-ha...something was rotten in Denmark for sure. Sneaking silently into the alley, I saw him

crouch behind a garbage can flashing his laser to a window above. A woman moved the curtains back and fired two shots at his head. At last, the horror story was over and I was safe