39 hours smoke free - but who's counting?

Why the fuck I ever decided to do this during my company's year end is beyond me. Damn. Luckily (sorta) I feel like hell today, so don't feel like lighting up. I have to say the worst moments so far were when I was being peppered with ass emails yesterday, and driving home up 128 last night. The Me First and the Gimme Gimmes show was INCREDIBLE last night. Love them! Crowd wasn't real big on the country stuff - but what the hell? Save a horse, ride a Gimme!

Haven't seen The BSO (big, snuggly one) since Sunday. He's busy studying, and I'm busy being a nicotine withdrawing bitch. Separating for this week will likely save our relationship. In all honesty, I got pretty bitchy last week, pre-nicfit. Well, the heat went out at my house FIVE FRIGGING TIMES between Wednesday and Saturday. The irony of the fact I kicked a plumber out last month has not escaped me. However, I did not call him for help. No sir. All I have is my dignity...LOL....I vote to keep it. So what if I'm poverty stricken for Christmas? At least...I....didn't.....ask....for....help. (Insert stubborn Irish comment here)

So, does nicotine withdrawal make you senile? Because the last two days I've woken up...confused. As if I'd been drinking REALLY heavily the night before, but, for a change, I had not. I was seriously wondering where I was, how I got home, and if I'd made an ass of myself. (not that I need to be drunk to do that, but, you know what I'm sayin')