hugzombie

Okay, so Saturday night while I was really drunk, I decided to quit smoking. I reaffirmed my decision on Sunday morning when I was sober. I was fine, I worked that night, but then I went to a party afterwards and smoked like half a pack. I forgot how closely my drinking and smoking are intertwined. That was bad, so I reaffirmed my decision on Monday morning when I was sober. Since then, I've had at the maximum 5 cigarettes a day. I see this is a vast improvement. Especially because when I was not quitting, I was smoking a pack a day. I'm quitting for a couple reasons, but mainly it's that I had a heart-to-heart with my cigarettes while I was drunk. It went something like this:

"Cigarettes, I think we need to break up. We've had a several year relationship. I spend $5 a day on a pack of you. I spend $5 a day for a little box of potential death. What do you ever give me in return? I'm sorry it has to be this way, but realistically, it couldn't go on forever. You killed my grandmother. I should hate you for this, but I don't. I just don't want anything to do with you. I can't let you kill me too"

So that was basically my drunken conversation with my cigarettes. I don't know, it's really weird, because there are certain times where I just feel like I should smoke. So I'll start a cigarette, but it doesn't feel the same, it doesn't taste the same anymore. It's not as enjoyable, but yet I still want to do it in certain situations. I don't get it. I did enlist the help of (so far) three men to hit me when they catch me smoking. These men are: Matt, my roommate; Craig, my neighbor; Andrew, my friend.

That is all kids.