"this is how super-villains are born"

Day 13 of no smoking leaves me with:
A) A day in which I had to drive into the mountains and hike up a hill to be away from cigarettes.
B) I could have a pot (for large plants) full of disgusting black lung gunk.

Other than that, still, a sense of taste and smell like never before.
Sometimes, I feel like a super hero when I walk up the stairs, because I'm not out of breath.

Maybe quitting smoking turns people into bionic awesome machines, but we may never know. A bionic stair-climbing machine.

Being mostly blind for over a week was an interesting experience, as well. Not being able to make out people's facial expressions makes it extremely hard to interpret certain statements, especially if said statements were stated in monotone. Reading was also impossible. I wonder what would have happened if I had tried to read a sarcastic statement? It may have been too much for the fabric of space-time.

Yeah.
Hi.