If you have read my beautiful aliens post you will see that I had a pretty good weekend. I’m still feeling smug after fixing the oven on Saturday.
… It was the heating element that was broken. It would have been a 5 min job except that two of the screws holding the element in place were screwed in from the other side – I had to remove the back of the oven to get to them. It all worked out ok though and my beautiful wife is very happy. That makes me very happy.
And now to the caveman…
It’s Monday evening and I can cover today and the weekend by saying that quitting rollups is still not fun.
The caveman has been constantly sobbing quietly with occasional outbursts of demands.
Basically it means that I have a constant low key anxiety/need/withdrawal feeling in my tum. It’s barely there but it’s insistent and wearing.
I’ll also have periods where all I want to do is to go out and smoke a nice big fat rollup. That’s when my stomach muscles tighten as I try to stop that urge. The stupid thing is that I *know* that if I go out and smoke it’ll taste like shit, I will feel ill and not feel “satisfied”, and ill also feel like a twat for giving in.
Sometimes I have to take one puff on my vape thing. That just takes the edge off.
So, yeah. I’m not enjoying quitting yet.
But I am having some bloody awesome dreams! Trouble is that I either cannot recall them, or I can recall but they cannot translate well if I wanted to explain them. Oh well. It’s all good.
And now I’m going to sleep. Not only is it bedtime but I want to sleep to get away from the caveman