I guess it started this morning when I hit the gym; my throat was burning my lungs were killing when I attempted to run on the treadmill. Then I came home to my dad (WHO NEVER STEPS IN A HOSPITAL by the way) sick as a dog to the point he's thinking of going to the ER which means it has to be bad. I told him at dinner I was done, he said: "With what?" I said: " I'm done smelling like smoke, wasting money on perfumes when they don't even work because I smell, well wasting money in general, my car smells, being dependent on cigarettes, and I can't even go up the stairs without losing my breath, sooo your quitting too." Well he started laughing which he always does when he doesn't believe me and responded: " the day that happens is the day I stop too", so I said "get ready then because were quiting" and HERE GOES NOTHING
