I have not had a cigarette since about 1-ish am on April 25th.

I have wanted to kill someone since about 9 am on April 25th.

I’m pretty angry and bitter about this, but I guess it’s passing. I feel weird and lightheaded, and the god awful heat isn’t helping me not be in an erratic, man-hating bitch mood. But I guess quitting is a good thing, because of crap like lung cancer, heart disease and stroke. I do, however, wish they were cheaper and loaded with Vitamin C and shit, because I do so love to smoke delicious, delicious cigarettes.

For the time being, I’m trying to keep from castrating my other half, but I don’t know how that is going to work out. And if I don’t castrate him, hopefully I won’t become some whiny, preachy fuck about the matter. I’m keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

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