Phew. Day 7 as a non smoker. It's been rough but not as rough as I thought it might be - also the reason for not many posts this last week.

I think I was a totally unreasonable bastard last Tuesday and Wednesday, apart from that, I think I've kept quite a lid on it. For anybody who might be interested in some statistics, I worked out that I had probably smoked something in the region of 285,000 cigarettes. That's quite a few, but in fairness, I did enjoy every single one of them.

Now I have to switch channels and begin enjoying none at all. I considered patches and all that other shit they peddle but have so far managed with a few mints and a will of steel - and no small amount of goodwill from those who have to live with me.

If you can get past the slight irritability, the skeleton seemingly changing shape, the stomach cramps and the weird sleep patterns that want to enforce themselves, it really has been OK. Honest...

Reason for quitting? Not health, not money (so you can stop working out what 285,000 cost me...) nor peer pressure. I'm just tired of being a slave to it. End of story. I'll check back in on this in a month.

With all that seemingly under control, it's also begun to colour what I'm writing, or more importantly, how I'm writing. I seem to have become a lot more focused - with a bit of luck, it will produce some results.

Currently totally addicted to: Heroes Season Four.
Currently welcoming with open arms: The return of Supernatural.
Currently salivating over: The reboot and finale of Lost.
Currently listening to: Econoline Crush - The Devil You Know