Yesterday, I decided that tomorrow (today), I would go without a cigarette. As you can see, my thinking was a little muddled. I put this down to red wine, and watching 3 Men and a Baby in Spanish (Tres Hombres y un Bebe, fact fans!).
So tomorrow, or today, or whatever has arrived. What the flim flam flammable did I used to do with my time before I started using smoking to whittle away the hours? This is just intolerable. I think my hair is falling out. Or that could be because I'm pulling it extra specially hard, to distract myself from thoughts of delicious smoky oblivion.
Perhaps I'm being overly ambitious. It's not quite 10.30 and I'm considering tearing pages out of my diary, setting them alight in the bin and frantically inhaling. It's clear I may have a slight dependence.













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2008-08-06 @ 10:51