so i quit smoking. jill got me a carton of smokes for my birthday, and it seemed to be a good idea to quit on something big like that. i'm not hurting nearly as bad as i was last time i tried to quit, at which time i was at about 2 packs a day (40 smokes) and failed miserably after about a month. shit, at the time when i wanted a smoke, it felt like there was a fuckin' wasp's nest between my temples. this time, i've been at about 3-5 a day, and it's mild to moderate, more "i could go for a smoke" than "NICOTENE NICOTENE NICOTENE NOW NOW NOW."
i need to get out more. really. between watching fox and looking for a job, my social contact has been reduced to facebook and aim for like 6+ months, and i'm really starting to feel it. i feel nervous and uncomfortable around people when i go outside, and i suspect it shows in my interviews. i've interviewed for some jobs i would've been great at, but i theorize i blew the interview. plus i've been noticing i'm inadvertantly talking to myself, which i'm sure is not a good sign.
so yeah. irritation and insanity. gooooood times.
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Dude, if you need any support, I'll gladly come steal your cigarettes and throw them into a dumpster at any time.
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