Saturday night I decided to quit cigs and nearly quit caffeine.
Sunday afternoon, I had to revise the decision.
Not too bright of me to try to quit them both at the same time. It caused insatiable appetite and a giant, invisible C-clamp to steadily tighten at it's contact points on the sides of my forehead.
So I gave up on quitting the caffeine and decided to limit my smoking to a pack a day.
Monday, I ran out of cigarettes around noon.
I made it past what I thought was the worst part that afternoon, the fatigue and sweaty forehead, by taking a nap.
Around six, I was feeling almost human again.
At seven, I watched an episode of A&E network's INTERVENTION.
The guy smoked crack using a rolled-up piece of Diet Coke carton.
All I could think about was how much it looked like a cigarette. It was like some sort of Lung Cancer Porn; I could not take my eyes off the scene.
When the scene was over, I had to make a trip to the convenience store.
Two packs of Camel Menthols.