So I quit smoking about 4 days ago today. Since then I have gone through hells the likes of which anyone who has not had to quit smoking can not imagine. And I'm not saying this as if it were my first time going through some sort of withdrawal, because it isn't. Nicotine withdrawal is a whooooole new world of suffering. No kind deity of any sort would allow something like this to happen. None. Not one. The more assholish deities probably would (I'm looking at you Loki, Coyote, Set, et al.) but not a kind one. I thought the phrase "feeling like a swarm of ravenous weasels tearing you apart from the inside" was a hyperbole... I can assure you it is not. It feels like there is quite literally a swarm of ravenous weasels tearing me apart under my skin. I'm even more of an emotional wreck than I normally am (and I tend to be a bit of an emotional wreck) and, because all that isn't bad enough, picture the worst hangover of your life. I'm talking, six day binge drinking blackout drunk for a week hangover here... now multiply that by about a dozen, and you've got a vague notion of where I'm at now.

On the other hand, I guess I'll have about $100 leftover each week and... um... Yeah, that's about all I get. an extra $100 a week for suffering the likes of which no man can endure and walk away from sane. It's not really a fair trade, now that I think of it.

Oh, did I mention the nightmares? Yeah, horrible, horrific nightmares too. So I'm also losing a lot of sleep. Anyway, that's all I had to say. Don't be surprised if you don't see me for a while, it's for your own good if you don't anyway. Not seeing a pissed off coon means said coon won't tear your face off with his teeth and then cry about it. Talk to you all again... whenever this hell ends I suppose. Laters o7