Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Smokin' In The Boys Room
For the first time in a loooong time (long as in, my memory won't even TRY to go back that far. Blame the beer), I went three days without a cigarette.
Big deal, right?
Well, no. It's not really. I'm not a full-time "gotta-have-a-smoke-every-hour-or-else-my-lungs-will-remember-what-it's-like-to-be-healthy-again-and-I'll-have-nothing-to-complain-about" kinda chick.
If I'm drinking I'll smoke more than I should, to be sure. But on a regular day I may have one. Two if ya went and pissed me off. Tsk, tsk. Why would ya do that?
So for three whole days I did not partake in even a puff of my carcinogenic friend. That includes time spent in my backyard, dog walks, and bouts of sheer boredom. Such willpower; I am made of STEEL.
Maybe not. But it's a step.
Today.... will be a different story. Sue me.