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lot of my friends have been asking me about how the Whole Smoking Thing
is going. See, I quit--for the 94th time--the day after Super Bowl
Sunday. I didn't want to mention it for fear of jinxing myself, but
everyone has been asking, so...
I sorta quit. Let's put it that way.
I'm averaging about one cigarette a day, which
is good and bad. It's good because it's only one cigarette. And it's bad
because, well, it's one cigarette. Know what I mean?
And having one cigarette a day means that I
have cigarettes in the house. At all times. Surprisingly, though, I
don't suck 'em all down like a six-year old after trick-or-treating (ok,
bad analogy). I still enjoy smoking, but I can also do without it. Well,
to a point: I have a hard time not smoking when I'm drinking. And since
I really like my wine, it's tough some nights. It's really tough. For
example, at Hammy's housewarming party last weekend I got so plowed that
I ended up bumming menthols off of someone. Fucking Virginia Slims, for
chrissakes!
What? What's that you say? Why don't I just quit
drinking then? Yeah, sure. Quit smoking and drinking? You
might as well just put me in the ground right now (yeah, yeah, I see the irony
in that statement, so shut up
already).
Overall, though, I think I'm doing a pretty
good job not giving in to the Vile Weed. Yes, I could be doing better,
but I'm definitely headed in the right direction. I've taken a huge
positive step in the last two-and-a-half months. Maybe the 95th time
will be the charm. |
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