Broken things and aching lungs

As of today, I haven't had a cigarette in 3 days.
My glasses are broken.
I lost two socks last night, and woke up wearing pants, but not underwear. I'm still not wearing underwear, actually.

Writing this seems to be more important than putting on underwear.

Regardless; (fuck semi-colons.) Regardless: The last few days have been quite an adventure.
Going from being a smoker of ten years to a non-smoker in a matter of hours is quite the transition.

I find that I can smell and taste like never before.
I also find that on leaving a building, I instantly reach for my shirt pocket smokes. I'll have to figure that habit out, sooner or later.
It is incredibly strange to not have an instantaneous relief of what feels like 'mental pressure,' we'll say.
It seems as if for the past ten years, I could sit down, light up a cigarette, and instantly be set into a mode of relaxation. I feel that now I have to find something to fill that void, and I'm not sure what it is just yet. I'll find something, I'm sure.

I also feel as if I'm a pregnant woman. I have been eating. Everything. I ate four separate meals yesterday, and usually I will eat once a day, if that. I hope that is related to smoking, as it would be incredibly unfortunate if I actually was pregnant.

On a completely different note, Rhinos are fucking crazy. Those things are too bad-ass.

Returning to my actual point, if you can call it that, this shit sucks. Quitting smoking sucks. The alternative is even shittier, though. I've been told that I have nicotine lesions in my mouth, which, from my understanding, is one step before cancer. If I continue to smoke, said lesions could become very angry very quickly, and I could find myself in an incredibly shitty situation. So fuck that, quitting smoking it is.

I'm not doing too bad so far, all things considered.



That is a cigarette.

Oh, and I'm still kind of drunk from last night. I don't think that makes any difference, though.