Once I made it through the first two weeks with only a couple of puffs on a cigarette, I was feeling optimistic. Then, the withdrawal symptoms kicked in. Now, I'm not going to be all "omg, it's so hard, I can't do it." I'm over the hump, the symptoms will begin to get better. I'm also not going to be "this is the hardest thing EVAR!" because for me, it's not. Yeah, I've been smoking around 3 packs a week since the age of 18, but that's a pretty short amount of time compared to the general amount of time before most dedicated smokers quit. And, by quitting cold turkeyish, I kind of brought this bullshit on myself. I could very well ask my dad to pick me up gum, or the patch, and he would, because he was damn sure not a fan of me smoking, but I'm pretty confident right now. The biggest pain in the ass symptom, a sore throat, is beginning to subside. Now if I can get past the mental bullshit, like insomnia, lethargy, and a general "strangeness" in my brain, I'll be all good. Because it's been putting a few projects on hold. Stuff I really want to get done, and move forward on.
Also, thanks to everyone for the kind words and sympathy after my dog was put to sleep. Here's an song that is pretty uncharacteristic of me, but I actually really like: