Tomorrow will be the year anniversary of me as a non-smoker. Ironically I have terrible cough right now that sounds a lot like a smoker's cough. Like a 5 packs a day smoker's cough. It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take. Yeah, I really do think.
So since quitting smoking is one of the biggest accomplishments of my life thus far, tomorrow I'm taking the day off work. I'm also getting a facial. I deserve a little pampering for kicking that nasty habit. I'm gonna pretend like I'm Paris Hilton tomorrow. No wait, I don't want to act like an undeserving spoiled whore. I'll just pretend my life is the greatest. And maybe, just maybe, by thinking it is, it will become the truth. A self-fullfilling prophecy. Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life. It's gonna be a good day.
I can't say I miss the smoking it at all. I was just ready to quit.
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