J’ai besoin d’une fume

 So, yes I came back.  Eventually I usually do.  A recap of things in no particular order of importance:

I quit smoking.  It fucking sucks.  I feel as if the entire psychological reward system I set up for myself in life has been abandoned.  I’ve sat here many an evening wondering what nonsmokers do when they are done with a long day of toil.  I have come to the sobering conclusion that they do nothing.  Nonsmokers get nothing, nada, jack.  The satisfaction of another day well done.  Stressed out? Nothing.  Washed the dishes? zip.

Unable to accept this, I began rewarding myself in other ways.  I have gained 15 pounds.  Just cant win!  The sole bright spot is that now when I see those pompous commercials letting smokers know what a horrible death they will surely suffer, I don’t have to feel guilty as I light a smoke.

More Later…for anyone who still reads…