The Epilepsy Quitting Smoking Pharmacological Cadbury Secret
I’d really like to write about this right now but the thing is, I just started to quit smoking and you see, well, I’m kind of all over the map. If my brain could find a map. That is, if I could travel anywhere except to well, somewhere here on my keyboard and my blog and well, I don’t think I’m travelling very well to you people.
I fell off the wagon and that’s okay. I just started and fine. Not many people just quit and they are successful on their first time ’round are they? Hey, ho! I think not!
It’s been a few days since I’ve been smoke free but a lot of stressful things happened today and well, I fell off the ashtray. Stress and Norepinephrine. Yep, they’ll getcha every time. That’s part of my recipe for the drugs and chocolate in yer bean. Crazy, bouncy NE unless it’s poopy sad NE, but in this case, unless you can’t tell? It’s pretty bouncy when you quit (or I do) and you fall off the ashtray.
Or would that be fall back into it?
You know? I never understood that whole “Wagon Thing.” Another ANACKRONIZM!
Er. Yeah. Yeah?
So, if you would like to do so, come back for the startlingly boring or head-noddlingly thrilling information I have to tell you! I’m so happy I can finally prove what I’ve known all the time. That does make Dr. PA who is not a real doctor very proud. She can pretend she is smart!
Gotta go. One cigarette left. Need to smoke it today but when. Because I’m now on a total bender. So the question is…do I keep bending myself consistently, or do I wait until I am no longer bendy, and then swiveley-swivel around all over again?
I will write this up. I will. And this is “Real Time Blogging” folks! I can’t believe
my eyes ANY OF MY SENSES!!!