well, i wanted to go to a nice, funky, comfy coffeeshop and read my new book; the friends had other ideas. instead, we went to the pub, drank beer, ate nachos, played cards and tried to win meat. now i’m home, filled with tootsie roll goodness and reeking of smoke. i got more than my quota of smoke without once taking a puff (not that i didn’t threaten to). my throat feels like sandpaper and my chest is all tight. now i’ll have to have another shower before i go to bed and wash all the clothes i was wearing. i need to keep those two to the smoke-free pubs from now on.
i can’t believe i didn’t want to smoke! not once, not really. i did really want one on the way back from the aquarium yesterday, but that was just a post-traumatic cigarette craving.
“do you want to see my lizard?” what was i thinking?!
lizard?
my aquarium date yesterday… as we wandered around the reptile room i told him that i liked newts and he suddenly asked “want to see my lizard?”
thankfully, it was only a tattoo of a gecko on his leg.
hmm…the fine line between funny and tragedy;)
not smoking is good! i haven’t had one since feb 19th. rawr! :)
i think i’m only a few days behind you. i know it’s been more than four weeks, but i’m not sure how much more. that’s good. no anniversaries to encourage me to try to see if the urge is gone.
Woohoo! Smoke-free Hessie! :)
And, hey, aren’t you returning to work tomorrow….for more than a week at a time this time, right? :p
tomorrow is my last day off. easter monday is a statutory holiday according to our contract.
damn, this week went by far too fast.
everyone should try to win meat more often.
Sounds like any singles’ bar to me!