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With this SOB. Right here.

Yes. Pyhrra. I hate his guts. Or will soon.

In short, March 13th was 'No Smoking Day' in the U.K. Timing was right (unlike the Canadian one I found in June), so for the past few weeks I've been considering giving it a go. Kippers aren't so bad- with the odd exception I suppose.

In any case, at F.E. this horrible, awful white and red fluff of doom suggested a bet (He phrased it as a friendly 'wager' with that silver tongue of his). Something about doing something or other for 35 days. In any case, he suggested we move the date to March 15th and bet me a beer that I couldn't go 35 days without smoking.

In my stupidity, I said sure.

So.

I have 3 cigarettes left in my last pack of cigarettes- with 96 minutes to smoke them and then horrible, crippling (apparently) withdrawal symptoms to look forward to.

All because of Pyhrra. It's on kitten. I want my beer- and it better not be something crappy like Molson. Something decent for the hell I'm about to go through.

Aw, who am I kidding? I'll probably owe him a beer within 24 hours. Still, the average smoker takes half a dozen attempts to actually quit... got to try the first attempt at some point right?

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tl;dr

While I don't use FA that much (just realized I never did actually 'watch' Pyhrra and many other wonderful friends. Oops!) I just wanted to let it be known that I appreciate Pyhrra's encouragement in my attempt to quit smoking. If you know him and end up talking to him, please pass my thanks (or desire for his blood depending on how this goes) on to him.

Thanks!