day eleven

So I made it through day eleven. Hooray! I even met my friend Jill for coffee and she smoked and I didn't. I am not gonna lie though, it smelled good. But I still don't want to smoke. It would only mean I have to try and quit some time again in the future. It's like, why would I want to detox off of drugs more than once. Staying quit is easier than quitting. I imagine the same is true for cigarettes. Although, it is kind of funny how I think that since I quit smoking everyone else should stop smoking, or at least not smoke around me. Or at least be completely happy about the fact that I don't smoke. That whole "I'm the center of gravity and the world rotates around me" thing... I am trying to get away from it though I promise.  Most of the time at least.

Today I gave myself a night off. After work and coffee with Jill I came home and have been vegging out, playing computer games, and watching TV ever since. I haven't had one of those days in a while. It always goes work then home then shower then eat then meeting then home then sleep then wake up then work then home then shower then meeting and so it goes (I just finished Slaughterhouse Five). So it goes. That was a good book. Totally weird. Funny how I am surrounded by fictional concepts of time travel right now. (The Lost Final Season Premier is tonight!!) Is there actually a non-fiction concept of time travel? Probably not. At least not in this dimension. So it goes.

I think I've had five pieces of Nicorette gum today. They suggest you chew at least 9 pieces a day for the first 6 weeks but that's a little much for me. I don't think I've done more than 6 a day yet. It makes me hiccup and gives me heartburn but that's two hundred times better than coughing up nasty crap all day every day. And my clothes smell good. AND. AND... AND! My natural gas tank was leaking last night. Since my sense of smell has mostly returned I could smell it. Had I still been a smoker I would have undoubtedly been smoking inside because it was cold and rainy outside last night. And I'm lazy and liked to smoke in my apartment while I anyway. Which means I might have blown the f up! God sure has a way of doing for me what I can't do for myself. I am glad I am not a crispy cookie right now. I have a lot to do this week! Tomorrow I am visiting a gym to possibly become a member, if they aren't too pushy. Then dinner with the girls. And this weekend I'll see Nick and then the musical Wicked.  No charred people allowed there.

Anyway. That's all for now. Until tomorrow- day twelve, I bid you farewell, interweb.