Attempt Two: Day Two - Who are you to talk to me?

After failing to quit on my previous attempt, I've been determined that this go around I'll succeed. Unfortuantely, I have idiots who talk to me. These aren't run of the mill idiots that I deal with daily. These are Super Idiots. They are people who failed preschool twice before being allowed into first grade out of pity. I never knew that there were so many of them out there.

Apparently the little patches of nicotine which are adhered to my body don't blot out blatant stupidity from people. "I moved out on the 24th February but my account is still open." Actually, no it's not. We closed it 23rd February like you requested when you called us. If you read your invoice you would know this. You bleeding moron. My your ears bleed with the absolute contempt of which I treat you.

I am entirely unsure of how people cope with quitting smoking. The homicial instincts which have taken control is nothing short of amazing. I have been able to mentally picture roasting over a roaring fire. Unforunately, it doesn't appear that idiodicy is flamable and it just congeals on the firewood. A shame really.

At times it almost feels like I have ants crawling under my skin the withdrawals are taking such a toll on me. I desperately want to have a smoke. I keep going to reach into my backpack for a pack but get frustrated and want to scream when I realise I don't have a pack in there. There's also a tension knot right at the base of my neck which doesn't help at all.

The saving grace is that I've found the song that is being used on all the G.I. Joe trailer's at the moment. The angry wail of guitar and thumping drums is soothing to the soul and calms my nerves. They say music tames the savage beast. In this case, the music isn't taming it, it's beating it down with a bit of 2x4.

If I look irritated, I probably am. The safest bet is to turn your head, don't make eye contact and run in the opposite direction. Agreed? Good. Now go away.