Okay, I know you've heard it all before, but, here I am, all right again, day 1 of quitting smoking. Give me strength.
Got my hair cut and went to the old post office for breakfast, while the cleaner was here. I hate being home at the same time, don't know why. Phobia? Maybe, I was scared by my mother's cleaner when I was a little boy?
I bought the movie Intermission, on a whim. ex rental $5. How can I go wrong, I thought? Now, I'm going to settle on the couch and watch it. Do nothing for the arvo. Be gentle on myself.
Already, I'm going out for dinner with a bunch of pot smokers. Okay, so I'm going to puff on a few joints, before the end of the day. Kill me! No cigs though.
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