The lack of nicotine has, well, gone to my brain.
Having quit last October I have noticed no changes. It's an intentional non-observation, I didn't quit for my health, or to taste food or BREATHE, I liked smoking way too much for that. George can attest to that, watching me steal her cigarettes one after the other and the blue couch has seen me hitting the pack pretty ferociously too. It just seemed like the time to do it. I tossed an old pair of shoes, into the trash in a similar fashion. Since then, and to the growing amusement of Kate watching herself deprive herself of things she likes, I've stopped drinking! Well almost, just the things I like, beer, wine and whiskey. And that didn't seem to hard either, because I like club sodas and lime at the bar. New past times are included in this depravation game, like watching the steady slide from the sober and running to catch the bus. I have no idea where this will power came from, maybe it's from that time I tried being a vegetarian for seven years. I began at 13 the only vegetables I liked were carrots and corn, anything green was verboden, my mom thought I was going to starve, so she took me to my favorite Chinese Restaurant and the whole family ate beautiful barbecued things, while I choked down Buddha's Delight. But still this isn't enough for me, now I've stopped eating Wheat! My flat mate made pasta and bread last night and I was twitching when she offered me some. What next? I dare not say because I may actually give it up, but after I finish drinking this pound of Sumatra. I was also thinking of dropping refined sugars and carbohydrates, of course that would be temporary. Hell at this rate I'll be reduced to beet tops and steak.
Why am I doing this? I have no clue.