All set for the shakes

Got rid of all the smokes last night and the cigars today. The cigars were definitely peer pressure. I only started smoking those after watching the Sopranos (damn you Gandolfini!). I was a little worried, then, that I wouldn't have any bad habits. I don't want to be a puritan. Then I remembered that I'm absolutely obsessed with coffee. That's a bonus! I know way too much about what makes the perfect cappucino. Having a fallback bad habit helps in getting rid of the truly detrimental habit.

I'm all set to wait out the 72 hours. I'm such a baby though. I'm treating it like detox, like a heroine habit. I'm fully expecting shakes and hallucinations of babies crawling across the ceiling.

I love that movie, by the way, Trainspotting.

My favorite quote (Renton narrating):

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchased in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

I'm such a baby : ) People do this all the time.