Another purely gratuitous pic of the delectable Wentworth I know, but it is loosely related to what I'm about to say, I promise...This weekend has been nothing short of hellish for no other reason than a lack of nicotine.
Fucking cancer.
I had foolishly thought that once I was past the first week, I would be OK. But alas no...
I don't know why it was so bad, but I assume the cravings that drove me to distraction and forced me to contemplate throwing myself under a bus were due to the fact that I wasn't at work.
Temptation was everywhere and I almost caved after the 13th newsagents I walked past. Everyone seemed to be smoking and all I could think was 'why do they get to smoke and I can't?'
I was miserable and I knew that it would all go away if I just had a cigarette...
But I persevered, worked through it and satiated my cravings with impure thoughts of Mr Miller (see, told you there was a reason for the pic! I swear to God, if I didn't have him to distract me, I would be smoking myself into a coma as I type).
In the end, I had to go home and literally hide. I drew the curtains in the living room and watched season 1 of Prison Break on DVD.
That may be the saddest thing I've ever admitted to and could constitute a cry for help but I don't give a shit.
I gotta do what I gotta do and you gotta do what you gotta do...
So I've made it to day 14, thank God, and I feel great...yay!
God bless you Wentworth Miller!
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