Five more days until we quit smoking.
I'm somewhat excited, but also somewhat sad. I love smoking. It's a nice little friend who is always there right when you need them. Bad day? Smoke. Something awful happens? Smoke. Not hungry? Smoke instead.
Smoking is lovely.
It's also disgusting, dirty, vile, and nauseating. IT KILLS PEOPLE.
I can't wait to smell and taste food again. I can't wait to get rid of my morning Gandalf voice and stop coughing all night long. I can't wait to NOT have to shell out $3.69 a pack for something that is as retarded as burning little pieces of paper and some weeds.
So wish us luck. We're gonna need it.