So today has been ... pretty much the same as yesterday, really. Still not smoking, and still struggling through that ... eating lots of Tic Tacs, and trying my damnedest to keep distracted. lurpy is my new favorite because he decided to bail on roller skating with me and sillylilboi tonight ... I didn't want to go because whenever sillylilboi and I get together, we're always a bad influence on each other, smoking-wise, but sillylilboi called me and gave me a HUGE freakin guilt trip about how I missed skating last week and how there's no smoking inside and he swears he won't even offer me a cigarette (not to mention acting all hurt that I would even think that maybe being around him when I was only a day and a half into quitting would be a bad idea), so I'd kind of reluctantly agreed to go, against my better judgment. But now that lurpy's not going ... I'm free! Yaay!
As for the rest of my life ... well, my throat is really sore and I've been feeling nauseous ... perhaps a side effect of eating my own weight in Tic Tacs? Perhaps nerves? Maybe all that tar starting to shake loose inside my chest? Who knows? I feel like hell and want a little sympathy ... OK?
And why is it that just about anything Avi says to me right now makes me cry?
It's really easy to forget why I'm doing this. Hell, I seem to have forgotten already.
Giuseppe shaved. Karl dyed his hair (I think). The guy at Gus Miller's said hypnosis worked for his aunt.
Hello? Anybody out there? I appear to be freaking out ...