The Time Has Come
Yes, my friends, today is The Day. I have officially quit smoking (for about the tenth time or so). I made it past the Worst Part of the Worst Day Ever: The First Morning. Why am I capitalizing random words you ask? Good question, but if you'll stop interrupting me I'll actually be able to get to the heart of the matter. Okay, great, thanks. :-P I'm currently listening to a song called "Where is My Mind", by Pixies, which really suits my nicotine deprived state of mind. Work was a nightmare, of course, because nothing is ever easy, but I won't even get into that shit in this here post.(By the way, for those who don't know, the band is not called "The Pixies", it's just "Pixies", and since the members of the band aren't fairylike or elfin creatures, calling them the Pixies is wholly inaccurate.)
I happen to be the type of smoker who opens his eyes in the morning and needs to be smoking within thirty seconds or so. Some people who smoke can't imagine having one until at least late morning. I'm not one of those people. When I smoke cigarettes, I smoke a shit-load of cigarettes. As I've said before, there is no middle ground for me. Either I smoke, or I don't. Henceforth (I hope), I Don't.
I'll probably start writing a lot more, to fill the spaces of time held by enjoying luscious, delicious breaths of smoke, *drool*. . .
I'm just kidding, of course. I'm using the nicotine patch, so it's really just the habit that's driving me to want to smoke. I came home to my apartment and noticed the stench of tobacco smoke for the first time. I have some serious cleaning and deodorizing to do. My roommate has agreed to smoke next to the fan near the window, which should help.
At any rate, this is getting boring. Sorry 'bout that. I'll return later with something much more exciting. Perhaps a good rant, or something involving the penis. Hmmm. . .
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