Lifes a Train wreck

Sixteen days and still clear of smoking! It is a really good thing that I am determined to quit… I still get urges daily though they are usually lighter and getting farther apart.

Last night I was writing away when I stood up from the computer and started looking for my smokes, I was on a mission! I started laughing when I realized what I was doing.

I keep reaching into my shirt pocket on a regular basis as well. I still would have one lit before I knew I had a lighter out… let the gagging begin, yuck.

Strangely enough people who smoke around me does not seem to overtly bother me. It no longer smells like a cigarette, merely like something burning.

After sixteen days I am beginning to feel like I have it beaten, or at least that I am winning this war with an old habit.

Tom

It is cold here in Northern Florida this morning, the temperature fell clear down into the lower forties last night. Is it really October? Normal weather is hot and humid until November with a slight chance of hurricanes… Lucky for us it is not a normal year!

I have come to the conclusion that Nicorette gum is truly nasty, that is a good thing though as I won’t have to kill another addiction once smoking is truly history.

I can’t get in to see the dentist till Tuesday, bummer! Few things let you know you are alive like giving up smoking and eating at the same time.

I am happy that the job is not interfering with the weekend, this week, for a change… Quitting is tough enough dealing with a forty hour week, and the extra rest is most welcome.

That’s about it for now,

Tom

I quit! Yes that’s right, I have had enough… no more kicking me around. I have not had a cancer stick in eight days now.

I truly wish I felt good about that, but maybe when the feeling that I would walk a heck of a lot farther than a mile for a Camel wears off….

I had this insanely naive idea in my head that the cravings and withdrawals would fade after eight days… nope. They get farther apart, and far more malevolent.

Maybe I can look back on this event as the Heckle and Jekyll trauma, one where I can be a mild mannered human one minute and a fire breathing reject from a Sci-fi novel the next.

I can only be humbled by the fact that I did wake up this morning, a fact that lets me know my lovely wife has not decided to end the travesty that is my existence at the moment, she has seen fit to ignore her urges to put that heavy iron skillet to good use while I lay in fitful slumber no doubt chasing a cigarette fairy around the forest with a lit match….

Your long suffering, nicotine depraved, missing village idiot,

Tom

When I decide to immerse myself in work, I really do a good job of it.

I decided to work on one of my ideas for a novel, one that I had done some writing on, and background for.

That was several weeks ago and I still cannot find what I did with the first chapter or so… it is gone. I know the old comp crashed, but we had thought it all saved. It wasn’t anywhere to be found.

I started re-writing it. I’m about a thousand words in and rethinking the whole thing. I took an entirely new direction to start with from the old one. Hopefully it will work out.

Accentuate Services started a new contest for the month, “First Love” is the theme. I found out about it this morning and am 2200 words into it so far in the first draft.

The story flowed as if alive, but I reached a snag and as yet have not decided how to proceed.

Work has gotten interesting as well. We took over a motel that the a/c contractor really, really made a mess out of. I am the poor dumb fool who has to redo everything and make it work.

The actual duct work is too small in places, completely wrong in others, and not even close to reality or the blueprints through out.

I even found an area where they did not connect the metal duct on one side, it missed by nearly two inches, and taped it together.

There are things so far from the local and national codes that the inspectors made us tear it out and start over. some are in gross violation, some are just stupid mistakes that only a person who knew nothing of the trade would make….

Life is interesting I guess. At least I was given two days off this weekend.

Tom