Holy hell!!! Where did all the polite go???

Day 4 is complete shite!! There are numerous upsides to quitting: breathing better, improved smell and taste. However, the unwashed, insensitive, the ill-educated, and the annoying seem to be multiplying....or perhaps I just never noticed before. Such is the power of nicotine. It's an invisibility cloak for the rude.

Day Three - no nicotine, no cigarettes,

Bit L's head off this morning. Chewed it up, spit it out. Stomped on it a bit for good measure. Feeling rather pissy.

Quitting smoking again for the umpteenth time, but, somehow, it feels different. I feel stronger than the addiction. I'm not really keen on being controlled by anything other than my will.

L tells me first I am Conan the Barbarian, then, I'm loopy. Personally, I feel like I'm on an extended flashback with tunnel vision, feeling both fuzzy and sharp at the same time. Odd symptoms. Kind of like a shot of Bounce adorned with a twist of barbed wire. And did I mention the shakes??? What is this shit? Freakin' legalized crack??!! L suggested, humorously I think, that I start a blog and was rather surprised when I jumped at the chance to chronicle the "free Mum" from nicotine, rat poison, and a variety of other lovely substances contained in commercial tobacco.

L hopes the irritability goes away...L likes their head intact and centered.