to get some proper rest, sleep a lot, eat properly and take a cigarette holiday. Okay, I say, fine, I understand. This is important to my health. But what about the weekends? No, two weeks of nada.

Dammit. Rest and eating are two things I do well, but life without nicotine is going to drive me nuts. In turn, I’m going to drive my cow-orkers nuts. And I think this is the kind of scenario that leads to office violence. Who’ll be the first to lose it. Will it be the nicotine-starved feind in the red corner, or will it be the rest of the department in the blue. I don’t like my chances, but I gotta do this for my physical health, even if that costs me my mental health.

This also means that I’ll be severely limited from going nuts (in the fun way) as I’ll be at home taking it easy and sleeping as much as I can. BOOOORRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGG. But I gotta do it. Fortunately the good doctor did not rule out two other hobbies of mine – namely the occaisional tipple of the bottle (yes, I’m just tippler), and writing on the site. Of course I am not about to tell daywalkers about my nocturnal etchings, so my secret’s safe with me. Actually, I must confess to confessing my alter-ego to one really cool guy at work…. but I think I frightened him.

Man, I’m not looking forward to the next couple of weeks without the tobacco.

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