I'm blind from crying again last night (no wonder I haven't got a boyfriend) but what's this then?
10 hours, 45 minutes and 38 seconds. 17 cigarettes not smoked, saving £4.08. Life saved: 1 hour, 25 minutes.
For 10 hours 30 mins of that I was asleep so that bit wasn't bad. The remaining 15 minutes I have spent coughing and wondering if my eyes will ever function properly again.
I don't feel liberated, euphoric, healthy or smug yet. Actually I'm just saying that to be cool, because I do feel sort of euphoric. I feel like doing one of those mad laughs that goes a bit too high-pitched and makes everyone uncomfortable.
Rule of the day: if Dolores wants it then she can have it. Wish me luck getting "the others" to agree to this.
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Hurrah for the born again Dolores!
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