Scott and I quit smoking. Today is Day 1. It fucking sucks. I've smoked for ten years, and this is the third time I've quit. I'm paranoid that I'm gonna get fat and turn into a raging bitch and that I'll drive Scott away. I've been eating only one meal a day for the last few months, but now it's hard to skip meals when I can't just bust a French. Ugh.
Stupid fucking cancer.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Quitting is a drag.
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