Day 1

9:44 am

Or thereabouts. So, I’ve been up and smober for a couple of hours now and nothing seems to have dropped off yet. Last cigarette was at about 10pm last night so that’s nearly 12 hours (although counting sleeping hours is probably cheating).

Doing alright though – I have the kind of empty, hungry feeling the people generally class as “withdrawal symptoms”, but if I’m benig completely honset with myself, I used to get that fairly often when I was smoking – if I was in a cinema or other non-smoking place.

According to the Alan Carr book (I read it a while back but wasn’t really motivated to stop at the time), these pangs are the death-throes of the little nicotine beast that’s lodged in me. Which is ACE, in a Final Fantasy kind of way, because that means that when I reach for a sweetie in a minute or two, I’ll be STRIKING DOWN that monster with a +2 Jelly Bean of Righteous Smiting!

11:27am

Hey look! I’m still alive! No physical pain of any kind, just the kind of annoying restlessness. Any time now my brain will start attempting to concoct ridiculous reasons why I really need to smoke. I’ll note them here as El Cerebro comes up with them.

12pm

Ok, so technically that’s a half day. Technically 🙂 Still alive, haven’t clawed anyone’s eyes out, haven’t really been too bothered to be honest. I’m actually looking forward to lunch cos I’m starving.

2:41pm

Aaaaand here comes the grumpiness – probably not helped by being surrounded by huffy buggers who think the world should be entirely THEIR way, but hey – what can you do?

I can stop posting for a while, that’s what – in case I “upset” someone 🙂

4:09pm

Here’s an interesting though. Sitting here – there’s still nothing amiss other than a strong sense of something being “missing” (that’ll be the wheezing, spluttering and burning, then) – feeling kinda hungry/empty. Now then – Mr Brain is telling me that a cigarette will make that empty feeling go away. And it would, briefly. But then, so would not having a cigarette. Because the empty annoying feeling I have isn’t caused by not smoking, it’s caused by the last cigarette I had. Does that make sense?

The short version is – I Am Mr Grumpy. So I’m not speaking to anyone. It’s for the best.

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