Quitting: Fake Cigarettes and a Toilet Full of Hair
I've given up on the "day X" QuittingSmoking shit. Today Teresa bought a pack of herbal cigarettes ... honey something or others, when I got home around 11pm (I was at our first annual meeting for PersonalTelco) she was coughing up a lung ... aparently she'd had two of the "herbal (but not that herbal) cigarettes". Without the nicotine I think they just aren't quite the same.
Oh and speaking of stupidity, once again I've shaved my head in the middle of winter. Not sure how I manage to do that every year, despite the fact that every year I swear that I'll never do it again. Teresa shaved my head into the toilet and when she was done I stood there and pissed into it.
For reasons I don't yet understand there is something quite blasphemous about pissing into a toilet full of your own hair. It felt that I was in the middle of performing some ancient ritual that I didn't fully comprehend the significance of.