10 Regal, please.

So, with a new month already well underway and much to the displeasure of my friends and family... I've decided to attempt the horrible challenge of giving up the most horrendous habit known: I've decided to quite smoking. This won't be easy nor will it be pleasant. I'm slowly morphing into the most despicably offensive, moody bastard this side of Glasgow.

Right now my brain is functioning to around about 2% of my usual ability. It's like having Masonna and Guilty Connector play a set each beside the tender parts of my inner ear. It's like Sunn O))) have set up camp in the place my grey matter used to exist and they're having plenty of fun droning off. It's really not very nice. The worst part is that I know myself it's my own fault for smoking in the first place yet I'll more than happily take it out on every living thing that I come into contact with. Sorry. I really am.

However, it' the right thing to do! It's a good, healthy endeavour sure to save me lots of money and a pair of lungs into the bargain, not to mention ridding myself of that foul smell of stale smoke. Yuck. It really begs the question "why do we smoke?".