20 February 2007 17:45

Dammit

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I am reporting from day two of nicotine replacement therapy (once AGAIN!), and I just need to say that I had no idea that I could become MORE scatterbrained. And yet! It would seem that I can! I can't sit still and I can't remember anything. Send cookies. I haven't hit the crying stage yet. I'm betting that'll happen tomorrow or Thursday. Can't wait. I just need to get through the parts where the devil on my left shoulder says to me "You feel like shit and you can't focus on anything and you're spending way more on substitutes than you ever did on cigarettes. So what, dear lady, is the point?" Or he'll be all "Let's take the dingo for a walk and you can have a cigarette." No I CAN'T. Because I am a NON-SMOKER, you little red bastard, but I can't seem to remember that, which makes the letdown that much worse. Fucking little devil. Jitterily, short-temperedly yours, might