Keep Calm and Carry On

Well, it now looks a little icky, but I think that's just because it's healing. Either that or it's about to erupt into some weird supperating sore of pus. Yum.

Moving swiftly on...

I'm now savouring each and every cigarette. Each and every little stick of evil is oh so good.

I've taken the decision to give up when I've finfished the fags I have now. So I've got about 200 left before I shall not smoke ever again (And you people that know me can stop laughing now).

It makes you appreciate them a lot more. I've been sitting out on the patio with my cigarettes and a nice glass of wine or coffee (a mug of coffee, though, because a glass would just be weird) and a good book, gently smoking my way through the day. It's been great.

But what I really want, (and I know this will help me get over smoking, by giving me something else to suck on) is a lot of sex. I was told that I shouldn't have sex for four to six weeks after my operation, or whenever I feel up to it. But that was about 2 days after. I want to get poked, and I want to get poked now. This is beyond a joke, people. I'm hungry...