So... today fucking sucked. Still experiencing a deep fog, anxiety, moodiness, constipation, worry about Dentist appt on February 12th. But guess what? I was thick skulled enough to try the neurotoxin in a can, so there will be no sympathy. I have had to ask forgiveness from people and also for myself in the way I have acted and what I've come short of doing. Nicotine left me powerless for a good seven years. Kodiak, Grizzly Wintergreen, Grizzly Mint, Red Man, Red Man in a can, Levi Garrett, Skoal Mint Xtra, bummed cigarettes... you name it, I've put it in my mouth. It's time I wake the fuck up and get real on here how I'm feeling. I'm done portraying my quit as some rosey, Disney-Ified epiphany that I had and how I overcame it all. Fact of the matter is that it's Day 22 for me and I am clearly miserable. Does it get better? I feel flatlined. Like I don't really give a shit if it's January or May, and probably wouldn't know had I use my phone/calendar as confirmation. Memory is fucked up beyond all reasonable doubt, especially short term memory. Organization skills clearly compromised. Ambition has dropped. Work productivity is marginalized. Fuck nicotine man! WHY IN THEE FUCK DID I EVER DO THIS TO MYSELF 'bang head'