Day Five: Still Alive
Hmm. Yesterday my inner bitch got out and really jarred my equilibrium. People who knew I had quit smoking were dodging me, and those who didn't regretted contacting me, I'm sure.
One such person was my friend DJ Jackie.
She called with her usual stream of consciousness chatter, bitching about a carload of Indians (India Indians) who rammed into her brand new car and injured her. Once I ascertained that she was okay, I told her I was too panicky to talk on the phone. She kept talking, so I told her I had diarrhea and had to go!
Today is a new day.
I feel tamer and more resigned to my fate as a non-smoker.
My day-old haircut looks like I accidentally put my head into a thresher. It'll take about 4 tablespoons of product to coax it into submission.
Swell, food tastes better already. It tasted pretty good before, so I gotta watch what I eat, big time.
I'm going to try not to be a bitch today.
I'll let you know how that turns out.