Hey, ya'll said you didn't mind listening to me complain about this non-smoking thing, so I believed you.
It's day two. I cannot stop thinking about cigarettes. I cannot concentrate because I want to smoke so badly.
Everyone keeps saying, "You are doing so well, I'm so proud of you." Yet I'm pretty sure I've pulled all of my hair out and I'm snarling. I know they mean well, but they have no idea how close I am to smacking them in the head.
Boyfriend keeys saying, "You can do it. You'll be fine." I tell him I'm going to be suicidal by Sunday. He says I won't. I don't believe him. I snapped at him this morning because he was losing service on his cell phone and he couldn't hear me. I had to repeat myself like 10 ten times and it pissed me off.
My mother keeps calling me and I keep hitting the reject button because it's making me angry that she is calling me while I'm at work.
And because today just keeps getting better (readers of the male variety...skip this next line) I got my monthly visitor.
No one at work is talking to me because my attitude is shitty. I have chewed so much gum that my jaws are hurting. I have three projects due my Tuesday and I haven't started on any of them because I'm mad at them, too, for having deadlines. Yes, I'm getting angry with inanimate objects. Even my stapler has felt my wrath today when I threw it across the room because it was out of staples.
I'm done now. Thanks for listening.