The ninja in my head

I am on day two, and it has been a strange experince for me. I feel like i am constantly fighting with my little fag ninja in my head,  i challenge him constantly if he wants to smoke so much why doesnt he go get it him self and i find his will power to lift even the slighest finger is dismal.

When i get the urge to wanna run and hide in a corner to have a fag, i remind myself that means the last 36 hours of my life were for nothing, and i do refere to myself as a PUNK for even thinking of it.

Had an interesting conversation with someone who smokes yesterday she has quit before and got lured back into it, by surrounding smokers. it came up in converstation due to the fact the day before i quit i showed anyone i could the WILLPOWER coursing through my veins to help me put my puff the dragon habit behind me....lol

A lot of random thoughts going on and little bit of catching myself talking to my self out aloud, today i took no shame on openly verbally showing my frustration with the cat poop all over my lawn, when i dont own a pet nor can because i rent!

things that arent stressing me out are, the fact my lawn mower broke, my chair broke while i was trying to catch spiders, (lol no i have not put on 100 kilos in the last two days, its a childrens chair made of paper wood), door handle broke off into my hand, it have been an unsually large chain of events these have all happened since i have quit the fags, yet i am not fazed, i actually am in a bit of a state of amusment, like this is the best you can do to try and get under my skin, well i would like to thank you random acts of braking now i get to do a mega trip to bunnings to fix all your ramdom woes which will equal me being busy and also happy that .....blah balha dont know lossing track of though, going to bunning now tho.

high 5 quitting is the strangest thing i think i willl ever go throug, and once will be enough!!