Smoking fucking rules. That's all there is to it. Unfortunately it can kill you and, more importantly, smokes are expensive these days. So, I've decided to quit. Or at least I've decided I need to quit at some point. That point is now.

I didn't smoke most of yesterday, but caved and had a few last night. I didn't buy a new pack. I had an unfinished one I bought earlier. Knowing they're in the house makes them difficult to resist and throwing them away is a waste of money. I only have two left. I might as well smoke them.

I had to run some errands yesterday, which included going to the bank. Half of a day without smoking, driving and dealing with the line of people at the bank is not conducive to smoking cessation. It is, however, conducive to rage. And lots of it. I was chewing gum--regular, not the nicotine variety--as a substitute for cigs. I was chewing so hard at one point, I thought my jaw was going to snap.

Gum substitution does not work well with coffee. The tastes clash horribly. Cigarettes, on the other hand, compliment black coffee extremely well. And, I drink a lot of coffee.

I'm totally fucked.