Don't smoke. Don't ever. ever. smoke.
Well now, it's 5am, and here I am, wide awake. The cause? Nicotine withdrawal. I had the great idea to quit smoking when I got back from Bulgaria. It seemed like a good time. End of summer, starting a new job. Why not? Had to happen eventually. And now I'm paying for the two months of poisoning myself. Its quite torturous. I'm frayed, cranky, and constantly bothered by this odd feeling that I've forgotten to do something. It really, really isn't worth it. I haven't slept more than 3 hours since I quit, despite various aids that I've tried. Of course, the first week is said to be the hardest, so I'm hoping it'll get better. We shall see. But really, the moral of the story is, smoking is baaad, m'kay? Cos quitting is torture. But I'd rather that than the potential consequences of not quitting....