My absolute favourite, favourite thing. Guess this makes me a “non smoker”. My view on non-smokers are mostly in-line with Bill Hicks’ most popular rants: “obnoxious, self-righteous fucks, my greatest fear is that if give up smoking I will become one of you.”
Still, this latest love affair with the demon weed could not last. Like returning to an ex-girlfriend it always gets ugly eventually. And it was getting ugly. A pack and a half a day was becoming a not unusual situation. First-thing-in-the-morning cigarettes. One-more-before-I-go-to-bed cigarettes. Stinking fingers, stinking clothes. Absolutely NO appetite whatsoever. It had to be stopped.
So… this morning’s 11am puff turned out to be the latest in a relatively long line of “last ever cigarettes”, and so far I’m feeling good about it. Liberated, actually.
…so liberated I went out and bought a digital camcorder from Amazon. Whoops. Looks like I’ve found a new addiction. Hey ho, maybe I’ll post some pictures of my rapid mental and physical decline once the cravings kick in. That’ll be fun!