Eating more, more energy, but restless, it’s harder to get motivated: you guessed it, day two off the ciggs. The whole city is covered in a cloud of a nearby fire–I can’t even see downtown. My allergies are making me cough my fucking lungs out. As if that shit isn’t enough, I had my Prince Albert stretched from an 8 to a 6 gauge just a month after I got the original piercing; if I’d known it was going to hurt that fucking bad I’d never done it (the stretch, not the piercing, that was almost painless). Honestly, I can’t believe I made it through this day without a smoke, my dick is throbbing and my brain’s having a nervous breakdown. I have to stay positive: whiter teeth, whiter fingernails, better breath, less chance of cancer. I read a fun fact today about cigarette companies putting whale vomit in smokes for flavor. Christ, I’m glad I quit. I hope I can keep it up.