I haven't smoked or seen the Not Boyfriend for five days.
hmmn. I wonder if nicotine misses me.
Of course, five days into giving up, strange things happen. For one thing, the cravings are horrible - which means I either drink myself into a stupor, or eat *anything* or both. So, I'd just like to issue an apology to half a bottle of vodka, a block of posh chocolate, a packet of jaffa cakes and half a salami. Last night won't happen again.
Worse though is watching my body try and rid itself of quite a lot of poison. Either it's like coughing up elastic bands, or it leeches its way out of my pores. The spots are just horrifying. And my voice has risen an octave.
Sparkling Cyanide (1945)
2 years ago