The past two days have been hell and it's pissing me off. I'm having some of the hardest cravings yet and they're not even coming in waves, it's like 48 hours of constant crave.s The fog is back too, which I haven't had since (my first) days 3,4,5. From reading Intros it seems like this is pretty damn normal, so whatever.
Reading a lot of the brand spanking new Intros makes me think that the first paragraph to any Intro should answer the question, "What do you think it means to be quit?"
Anyway, it's a late night at the office. Just me and the cleaning lady (who doesn't notice me and has been singing quite enthusiastically for a while now). This used to be prime dipping time. In fact, instead of going home I used to stay late sometimes just to have a chew. I would get shit done, but mostly I was just getting my fix.
Another thing about chewing in the office: I used to spit and discard my chew in the garbage can quite a bit. It stunk like hell, I'm sure. I don't miss that.