... by forcing us to have to quit smoking, obviously. Damn you, zeus.
So I'm on day two, chugging along with GuyTronic. It's fun to watch our moments of affection misfire, as he desired cuddles and whatnot this morning and I was very much like "don't talk to me", though this was exactly the opposite last night.
Ugh I hate this withdrawal. I have a major project due on Monday and I have to work on it but I would rather stare at space and feel empty. Does anyone else who has quit/tried just feel utterly depressed? What do I do about this? Kill my cats and eat them? Yell at the people outside planned parenthood? Salad?