I have the day off work today. The idea was to get lot's off stuff done, including some much overdue blogging. I especially wanted to do a proper reply to the "Justify Thyself" post. Unfortunately, I became rather poorly yesterday. Some sort of cold type thing with a throat infection. My head's feeling all grogsome and my eyes all dizzy droopy. The brain's kerflumped and typing painful (achy, breaky fingers). My words are all Bill & Ben-like. Flobber dobber blob. I just can't seem to hold one thought long enough to think through the thought that needs thunking 'cos it keeps slip, slopping away.
On the plus side, I was feeling so rough yesterday that smoking really didn't appeal so I decided to take the advantage and try and give up. I'd been planning on giving up for a while now. Pretty much since I started the stupid habit I guess. Given that was over a decade ago now I guess it hasn't gone very well to date. I'd already decided this year was going to be the year and the plan had been to wait until the duty free ran out. I changed my mind because it seemed to make sense to go through the painful withdrawal process whilst (a) feeling like rubbish already and (b) not being at work.
Currently my brain's thought loops are along the lines of: Bleurgh. Feel poo. Wanna ciggie. Oh yeah, I've given up. What can I do instead? Nothing 'cos my brains full of fugginess. I feel poo. Wanna ciggie ...
I just know a ciggie would make me feel better but having gone more than 24 hours it would just be daft to change my mind now. Let me see if a cup of tea will be enough of a drug hit to fool the old addiction urges .... It helps. Not enough though. On the plus side this hasn't been as bad as last time I tried to give up. So far I haven't yelled, freaked out, cried or any of the usual cold turkey stuff. I just want a little smoke - continuously.
Right time to grab a duvet and curl up in front of some music videos.
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