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05/16/2002 Entry: "Mille Sans."

As I walked out of the cafe today, I held my breath as usual while walking through a cloud of smoke from a couple of people who take their breakfast there every morning. They sit at a table right outside the door and smoke and drink coffee; the blue-gray haze over them seems thicker on warm days like today. I admit I thought something uncharitable about them for a minute, until I realized that, frankly, it wasn't that long ago when I might have been one of them.

While the whole non-smoking thing isn't much of an issue for me anymore at this point, but it's always nice to acknowledge one's successes: today is the 1000th day that I've been without a cigarette.

(Now if I can try to lose the weight I gained in the process, we'll be golden.)

Replies: 4 comments

good job. 1000 is a long fucking time. do you get to stop counting now?

Posted by aaron @ 05/16/2002 05:02 PM PST

oh sister, i could write a book about the various calamities from quitting smoking. but i will say this: i'll take the weight gain if it means i can breathe better...ugh. now i want a cigarette.

Posted by pj @ 05/17/2002 07:10 AM PST

Wow, congrats. That's 7000 in dog days.

Posted by Bill @ 05/17/2002 11:03 AM PST


Posted by Jason @ 05/20/2002 09:35 AM PST

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