Operation Quit Smoking, Part Eight
So, I’m recently back from a holiday in Spain to visit my parents:

You’re jealous, I can tell
And a new milestone hit in my great quit smoking diaries. Which is, well, that I unquit for a little bit.
So, I’m recently back from a holiday in Spain to visit my parents:
You’re jealous, I can tell
And a new milestone hit in my great quit smoking diaries. Which is, well, that I unquit for a little bit.
I think, right now, I’m where I want to be when it comes to smoking.
Relevant: my skin has cleared THE FUCK UP since I went off cigarettes, in case you, like me, needed a completely superficial reason to stop. That’s why I can reasonably squeeze in this actually nice picture of myself.
The novelty has thoroughly worn off quitting smoking.
Have this horrifying picture of me.
Oops.
I was out yesterday, after a full month without a cigarette, with my best friend, and I may…have accidentally smoked.
When have I quit smoking?
We’ve been rewatching all of Doctor Who recently, and it makes me so happy that my vape could pass for a sonic screwdriver.
It’s been just over two weeks since I last had a cigarette, and I’m finding myself turning to other things to keep myself occupied.
This has been my week; coffee and (not) cigarettes.
It’s been nine days since I had a cigarette, and I’d forgotten how weird it is to give up smoking.
This vape pen cost less than a twenty deck, and I can’t tell you how much that fucks me up.
Hello, I’m Louise. For reference, this is me:
And the corner of the very cool “Visit London by Tardis” poster I got at a Comic-Con a few months ago, which now taunts me as Doctor Who continues to get worse and worse.
I love smoking.