So today's big experiment was...what will having a drink feel like without a cigarette? Being Friday, I decided this evening to celebrate one whole week without a cigarette with a Stolichnaya White Russian. Because what's not to love about a double Stoli White Russian in the comfort of your own study? Turns out, Stoli White Russians without a cig are boring. With a cig and a full filthy ashtray of cigarette butts, they're just delish! So I switched to Power Aid. Go figure. In time, I hope I will come to appreciate cigarette-free White Russians on a Friday night. A man has a right to dream doesn't he?
In other news...on the coughing front, am still coughing and wheezing, but the coughs seem to be coming from a deeper place. I'm guessing there is some physical logic to this. There is no pain so much as just annoyance. I took some DayQuil which seems to help. I don't think there's any rule about quitting smoking whereby one must constantly cough and sound tubercular in order to demonstrate his genuine commitment to leaving cigarettes behind. If there is, I haven't seen it.
Peace and gratitude,