Monday, Oct. 23, 2006 - 12:06 p.m.

Regular skimmers of this lil corner of the interweb will be aware of my on-again-off-again relationship with the evil that is nicotine.

Here we are again, six days off.

I have a cold, I’m sure I’ve gained 20lbs through constant eating and lost it again in snot.

It’s the restlessness, irritability and discontent that permeates every level of my existence that is driving me nuts. I know it’s just the withdrawal process, but it feels so real.

And I’m a wee bit grumpy. I haven’t been grumpy for aeons. Out with Prof C yesterday she was getting so fed up with my tetchiness she threatened to go into the next store we passed and personally buy me a pack of B&H.

I know this feeling of being set on edge will pass in a few days, but patience has never been my strong point.

Other than that, I’m perfectly happy.

Then again, I have no other vices, so what’s a little cig between friends, eh?

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