Attempt Two: Day Eight

So apparently I'm not the bringer of the armageddon. I've not had a smoke and do not have a patch on and the world is still turning on it's axis. It is true that there in the imprint of a teenager's face on a train in Melbourne. In my defense, they shouldn't have called me Sir.

The hardest times not to smoke is after lunch. The after food smoke is one of the most delightful parts of my day. I used to look forwards to it rapturously. Now I grind my teeth, scowl at the computer and wonder if I could apply for justifiable homicide? It wouldn't be anyone important. Just a customer who has an overinflated sense of self-worth.

Sorry, I had a craving for a smoke and it hit just as the customer opened their mouth. The result was that my withdrawal applied an even sharper edge to my tone. I never knew that my tone could leave a papercut. Shame.

Nervous habits are also on the increase. The wringing of the hands. Random scratching of some parts of the body. Constantly looking to keep track of where everyone around me is. I don't think I've ever experienced this before. It's like a brief but accute sense of paranoia. As I have previously been advised, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible monster infront of you read to eat your face.

There really are no tips and tricks to help with this one. Just breathe through it. In and out, nice and calm.

There you go, quiet and relaxed.

Calm and tranquil.

What do you mean that you don't want to pay you're $1,500 bill because no one told you that we bill power and gas seperately? How about you go fu....