I haven’t had a cigarette in 9 days. All I can sit still long enough to write are stupid posts about how long it’s been since I’ve had a cigarette. I want to punch people in the face most of the time. I can’t focus. If 2 coat hangers get tangled together in the closet, it will trigger a 15 minute nervous breakdown. I actually cried over spilled milk. My nerves are shot, a loud noise is like a bell sounding in a boxing ring. I’ve had a splitting headache for 5 days straight. I’m actually losing my voice from yelling so much at everything. I have horrible nightmares and wake up sweating like 4 times a night. I could easily eat 59 pounds of food a day, but have to struggle not to do that, too. My dog is making me crazy. All of those facts make tears run down my face. But I’m doing it. It is slowly getting a little better, and hopefully within another week or so, I’ll be able to write blogs that don’t blow.