Progress has a price

If I hold tough, this could be the third day in a row that I smoke half-a-pack or less. And let me tell you up front that my head is doing funny things already, not quite aching but throbbing in a weird lava lamp kind of way, and I've spent the whole day trying to maintain my concentration on even the simplest of tasks.

Just sitting down to write this post took a Herculean effort -- OK, perhaps Herculean is an exaggeration, I'll settle for Achillean if that's all right with you. Anyway, this was only after I had a beer, showered, watched some television, played a video game, shaved, ate a sandwich and brushed my teeth for the third time today. I think I gave Donna a kiss when she got home too, but I'm feeling a little out-of-body at the moment, so who can tell for sure?

All this happened in the two-and-a-half hours since I knocked off work, so although I didn't notice it at the time, I may have rushed through some stuff.

My head is a muddy mess.