It’s been two fucking days since I had a cigarette and two fucking days since I had any alchohol.
Get just a little closer, I dare ya….
Christ I had forgotten how bad it was to quit smoking.
Drinkin’ ain’t that bad but the smokes,
I laid around yesterday going through withdrawals, looking at that pack of smokes sitting on the night stand.
I swear I never looked at Farah Fawcett with such longing, I would have kicked Cindy Crawford out of bed and onto her ass if she had blocked my view.
Today, of course, is worse yet.
I was working on a buddies truck and I always had a butt hanging out of my mouth when I was wrenching on my own time, AND a cold beer within reach.
I have been wanting to quit for a while but between the cheapest smokes and the cheapest beer I could find it was 13 bucks for one six pack and a pack of nasty tasting smokes so I bit the bullet.
All I can tell you is a mother moose with PMS would come out limping right now.
I have zero sense of humor.
Temporary Reprieve Update;
The Wife called me worried that I was suffering unduly and told me to go have a smoke, so I did.
It’s amazing how the sky went from blood red to sunny so fast.
Be warned, I give it an hour and I am going to be like this again;
H/T to Carolyn in comments.