Time to Quit

[Goddess Monica]

Tonight is the eve of a huge life event. I'm quitting smoking tomorrow. I've had this quit date in my head for about 3 weeks.

I have smoked most of my life. Cigarettes have become my friends. They are there all the time when I'm happy, sad, angry, stressed. They've accompanied my phone calls. They're always up for having a drink. And they've been my company with morning coffee for years. I've liked them. But the bitches are trying to kill me.

Three weeks ago I went to the doc for an x-ray of my shoulder. I had an accident over the winter and haven't had feeling in my left arm since. Well, while I was there she listened to my lungs and I didn't like the look on her face. She told me that it was time to quit. She didn't "encourage" me. She ordered me.

My dad has emphysema and COPD. He is a walking cigarette. He smells. He looks kind of yellow. And he sounds like he's drowning. I don't want that.

I'm looking forward to smelling better, whiter teeth, clearer skin, clearer lungs, a longer life, and being able to run!

So, g'bye cigs. It's been fun, but you gots ta go!