day seventeen

I have been a non-smoker for enough days in a row now that I don't know how many days it's been unless I count. What I mean is, I'm not running around saying "3 days" or "8 days" with a running number in my head at all seconds of the day ... it's been two and a half weeks... I LOVE that I'm not on the day count anymore. Go me. WTG MOLLY! I'm not being cocky, I am just absolutely fucking thrilled that I made a decision to quit and stuck with it. I think the factor that made me quit this time is that I wanted to do it for myself. Not for a friend, not for Nick, not for my parents, not for my bank account. But for me, my health, my happiness, my well-being. I guess I'm so stubborn and selfish that I'm always the bottom line. And by the way, Sarah Palin is a fucking retard. But I can say that because this is satire. She seriously makes me want to puke. I'm going to finish watching "Lost", which has certainly become the most bizarre thing I invest any time in, then I'm going to put away some clothes and go to sleep. But I might eat another peach somewhere in there because I am totally into peaches right now. The teaches of peaches, huh, what. Oh. Yeah. Bye interweb, like you wanted me calling me all the time...