Gah, 1 hour into my first day of quitting and I'm already feeling a nicotine fit. Going to be a rough week. Off to buy some straws, take a walk. I'm supposed to be troubleshooting some computer programs today. I may have to spread out that couple of hours of work over the entire weekend. Coding and linux troubleshooting is an activity very conducive to smokers and smoke breaks.
Positives: I am alive, and reasonably healthy, and fortunate enough that I really could, despite my age, be as fit as I have ever been in my life and potentially give myself 13 more years to enjoy that same life.
Maybe I can just take breaks, go publicly display spastic behavior for a few days outside on the street, spittling and talking to myself and flailing my hands around. Seems to be a common pastime where I live (downtown Chicago) anyway, and it's literally what I feel like doing. Gah.
