Day 4 the insanity continues

So I woke today with a committee of foreign voices in my head talking about everything from the boy that a pashed lasted christmas to the colour of my socks and wether they would match my underwear today. This incessant chatter makes me want to run to thailand burry my head in the sand and wait till all the calm is returned. I feel nuts but I am to be assured by my healthy little quit smoking pamphlet that this will continue for 4 weeks. Oh the joy of walking around with a grimace on ones face will trying to get the world to do you a favour. The fuck off on my foreheads seems to be engraved there, slowly and gently moisturized in with oil of olay or some other over priced death to feminist ointment... See what the freak was that I am not even political. You want to even start smoking screw it don't bother... This little carnival going in my head is hitting full speed and knocking on the door just waiting to get free and it will I just need a really good excuse like the lack of BBQ sauce in the work kitchen (though I don't consume the stuff) or the comments made by an X factor Judge about... well anyone. The only slight fear that I have which is a thought I am not trying to grope so much is that tonight is friday night and being day number four do I have enough strength or more importantly faith to get through the dreaded weekend... which is always a darks spot for anyone trying to give up anything ... Addicts and too much time... one day I will write a thesis on that shit till then... back to the daily grind with slight hope that today will be nicotine free... pity about the crazies...