Quitting IS FREAKING HARD

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH somebody put a fricken bullet in me. Yesterday was not too bad but today..... I feel like I could rip the arms off of WWE wrestler. Maybe cold turkey is not the way to go when you sit around all day!?! Anyway I put a call into the Dr. That performed my surgery to see if I am at least able to get out and about. I am having a smoke and awaiting his call back. Relax it's only one I am still gonna quit but I need to rethink my strategy. I fell asleep around 5:30 am today, but he rest of the night was spent plotting the death of the guy up the street who's lovely mustang kept sounding it's horn in one continual blast. Now I'm not talking or 10 min. Here the first time was like a 1/2 hr. By the time my patients ran out and I went outside to see "what the fuck" was going on half the neighborhood was out there (keep in mind it's 3:30 am). We finally got this guy out of bed and he unlocked his car opened the door and the horn stopped. The dickweed was not even apologetic. Witch was prob. Not smart because a Frankinstine type mob had assembled on his driveway. Not even 10 min. After the street cleared it started again. Dickweed goes out opens door, horn goes off he goes back in. 5 min. Later yup you guessed it...... After about an hour of this somebody must have called the cops because they showed up and pulled the cables off of his battery. Now that I have witnessed all this "drama" I can't sleep, I can't smoke and for the love of Christ because of my stitches I can't even masturbate!!!! So I tuned into the history channel where they were re-running "The sinking of the Athabaskin" I slowly drifted off to sleep thinking of pleasuring myself and how much I miss it. That's it for now kiddies

Davey