Two weeks, and still no cigarettes.
Many of you said that by now I would be over "the hump."
But I am still feeling physical withdrawal as acutely as I was a week ago.
Still agitated and too quick to anger.
I am bored, waiting for something to happen, something to click and restore the calm cigarettes provided.
It's not happening.
I have to start doing something to take the edge off, and I grudgingly realize it's time to start excercising.
For me, that means jogging.
I don't do gyms because they're filled with mirrors and posturing and creepy people hungry for eye contact.
I don't want to use what they call an "elliptical," nor do I ever want to utter or write the word again.
But I can't simply start jogging.
There is some preparation.
I need the perfect mix of songs for my iPod. Songs that urge me on and give me wind. Any suggestions?
I found the lyrics to a Willie Nelson song I've never heard: Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette. I think maybe it should be included in the jogging mix.
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold with the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met that guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
That ain't that I don't smoke myself and I don't reckon they'll injure your health
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same at a pheasant party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop when they have that cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette