The physical effects of withdrawal really aren't as bad as I expected them to be. I did sleep a bit fitfully last night, but otherwise I seem to be doing ok.

Ok except for the fact that everything seems so damn tedious. The workday drags and drags, and I couldn't stay at home last night for fear that I would go quietly mad. When I got home I ate dinner and jumped on my bike for a few miles of riding so that I couldn't even think about smoking. Afterwards I showered and went to the grocery store for some healthy food. After walking the dogs and taking yet ANOTHER shower (I can't explain it, they make me feel good and I keep my bands busy), I went to Jeff's house.

It's just amazing how lost I feel without smoking. Everything from cooking dinner to watching t.v. to reading a book to drinking coffee feels much duller in the absense of cigarette smoke. Driving in my car is another one. I've been chewing gum with such vigor that my jaw bones are starting to ache. I calculated at a pack of cigarettes a day and 10 minutes per cigarette (I smoked 100's, it's possible), I was spending almost 3 1/2 hours per day smoking. That's over one full day a week. Granted, I was usually doing something else at the same time, but that's a lot of damn time right now that I have left to fill.

And everything pisses me off. And I'm questioning my decision to quit. I'm wondering if lung cancer is really such a big deal after all. And maybe even breathing is overrated.

We'll see how I do next week when I play darts. If I can not smoke in a smoky bar, then I think I'll be good.