Ok Nevermind

I guess I'm not sick and perhaps Jeb was right. I've got this sore-ish throat thing going on, that's always worst when I wake up, much like most times one is sick, but after the typical kinda, try to hauk something up unsuccessfully, then kinda just drink some water and try to forget about thing, it usually goes away to the point I rarely think about it during the day.

I've been forced to reconsider the notion that it's part of having quit smoking. But, in exchange for what I've tricked myself into thinking are the benefits, it seems worth it.

3 and a half weeks now, without a cigarette. Without so much as the desire really, either. When Jeb and I finished the Dali exhibit today we were walking outside and I realized that she probably wanted a smoke pretty bad, and the thought hadn't even occured to me. Not that I would normally smoke then, but that she would be wanting one, knowing that she smokes. It was weird. I feel so far from where I was when I was smoking. I almost never think about it anymore except between lessons when I just try to busy myself with reading.

The weirdest part is, I can't remember exactly what it feels like to smoke anymore. Like, even though it's only been three or so weeks, smoking already feels like something I didn't use to do, especially every day for 4 years. Huh. Oh well.