Trying to Quit
Well, thanks to the inspiration and encouragement from my friends Jamie and Monica, I've decided to try to quit smoking using the patch. I smoked my last cigarette on Monday (well, early Tuesday morning). Yesterday was rough. I felt irritable and jittery all day. I figure that's gotta be mostly mental. A) The patch gives me a constant low-dose of nicotine, which should reduce the impact of withdrawal symptoms (that's the whole rationale of the patch). B) The first day is a little early for hardcore withdrawal symptoms anyhow.
[Note: I used the word "hardcore" in an effort to pick up Google hits from people searching for, say, "hardcore pornography" or somesuch. I recommend my fellow bloggers try to work in words like "pussy", "dick", "santorum", "sex", "anal", and every conceivable variation of "fuck" as often as possible, to help increase traffic. Also, I've learned from my other blog that references to "Ron Kovic" and "Patricia Keneally" pay off for months, for some reason.]
So, it's kinda of humbling to realize that a fucking plant has so adversely affected one's mental health, to the extent that quitting for less than a day renders one a feeble, jittery pussy. What's worse, nicotine withdrawal often results in irritability, which means I've been acting like a dick. What gets you is those situations where you habitually smoke. For some people, it's after sex. For me, it's while driving, or between classes. The good news is that the patch is a great way to help, and much more comfortable then, say, an anal suppository. The best thing about quitting, though, is that smoking is simply gross. Apparently, a few days after you quit, your lungs start kicking out all the shit you've deposited there. Having this gunk in your mouth is about as appealing as having santorum in your mouth. Some people (including me a couple of years ago) think quitting is easy, and they just stop. But for me, it's pretty hardcore.
And then, of course, there's the money. I used to smoke a pack a day. Yesterday, I didn't smoke any cigarettes, and I didn't buy any. So, I saved $5. I'm going to use this blog as a way to keep myself encouraged. Every day that I post something, I will end my first post of the day with this:
Days since quitting: 1
Total money saved: $5
Wish me luck!
[Note: I used the word "hardcore" in an effort to pick up Google hits from people searching for, say, "hardcore pornography" or somesuch. I recommend my fellow bloggers try to work in words like "pussy", "dick", "santorum", "sex", "anal", and every conceivable variation of "fuck" as often as possible, to help increase traffic. Also, I've learned from my other blog that references to "Ron Kovic" and "Patricia Keneally" pay off for months, for some reason.]
So, it's kinda of humbling to realize that a fucking plant has so adversely affected one's mental health, to the extent that quitting for less than a day renders one a feeble, jittery pussy. What's worse, nicotine withdrawal often results in irritability, which means I've been acting like a dick. What gets you is those situations where you habitually smoke. For some people, it's after sex. For me, it's while driving, or between classes. The good news is that the patch is a great way to help, and much more comfortable then, say, an anal suppository. The best thing about quitting, though, is that smoking is simply gross. Apparently, a few days after you quit, your lungs start kicking out all the shit you've deposited there. Having this gunk in your mouth is about as appealing as having santorum in your mouth. Some people (including me a couple of years ago) think quitting is easy, and they just stop. But for me, it's pretty hardcore.
And then, of course, there's the money. I used to smoke a pack a day. Yesterday, I didn't smoke any cigarettes, and I didn't buy any. So, I saved $5. I'm going to use this blog as a way to keep myself encouraged. Every day that I post something, I will end my first post of the day with this:
Days since quitting: 1
Total money saved: $5
Wish me luck!

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