SF, day 4

Well, thank you all for the kind words of support, pity and glee. I’m very much set on keeping my non-smoking ways, and I guess from now on it’ll be easier than ever.

Although I’m still missing my cigarettes terribly, I believe I’m tending towards something similar to indifference now. Sure, sometimes it hits me like a brick when I think about the fact that I won’t be having a cigarette anytime soon, but these moments are rare and last not very long. Afterwards I just think about the money I’m going to save and the health I’m going to get back (in about seven years…which seems like a ridiculously long time for a piece of stringy tissue like my lungs to recover).

Well, I guess in about two days a week, I will be able to devote my energy to other things again, not just concentrating on not smoking. Until then, you’ll just have to keep reading this sorry diary of a smoker gone non (ok, this last sentence does bend the laws of linguistics, but considering that I’m going through a really rough phase, I guess one shouldn’t be too harsh. Wait, did I just write “harsh”? Like in: “My favourite cigarettes are the harsh ones”?)
Ok, scratch the two days, make it a week. Wait, I’ll do it.