Day 37 - My brain was in a really dark mood today and I got to thinking. This whole quitting thing becomes very simple if you approach it from the right angle. I'd personally never put a gun to my head, hang myself from a noose, or lay down on the railroad tracks so why the hell would I ever take another dip? It's the slowest suicide around and once I thought of it that way, it disgusted me that I ever put a dip in my lip in the first place. Life isn't always fun, seldom easy, but there's never been a moment where I've thought to myself "it's not worth living another day." Copenhagen is a smoking gun, a noose around your neck, and a freight train coming your way. The sooner that sinks in, the sooner your quit becomes real.
Now my funny story of the day...I stopped for a cup of coffee this morning and, waiting at the counter, had the most bizarre urge to start ripping open every tin and dumping them on the ground. I even imagined some kind of soundtrack to my life playing an epic tune and just making it rain. I'm assuming I'm not the only one who's had that thought around here...Paid for my coffee laughing to myself like a crazy person.
