It's day three of no cigarettes and going pretty well, although yesterday I was extremely moody and emotional! Last night I had two beers and it felt like my gums were screaming for nicotine. I had the strange, schizophrenic experience of having to force myself away from a cashpoint and the shop in Liverpool St. station on the way home. I managed to get back there and drink lots of water while watching V for Vendatta though, and woke up feeling pretty good.
Tonight is gonna be bad though. Me versus the psychological power of a Friday night? Eeek.
If I do succeed in not smoking til tomorrow AM i'll have hit the magic three day mark, and I may reward myself by buying Vollmann books; The Rifles and The Royal Family (my copy disappeared.)
The main upsetting thing about yesterday is that the copy of Slow Learner that I ordered last week was sent to my dodgy-communal-post home address, and has disappeared. I was fantasising about seeing someone leaving the block with it in their bag and righteously beating them about the head with it.
No fags = weird stuff.
3 comments:
eeek indeed. Shame about the book..
eeek indeed. Shame about the book..
yeah i'm well pissed off. think i can get a refund though
you around over the weekend? wwwhut?
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