That was Then, This is Noir

Although I'm not quitting smoking until tomorrow, I am already covered in cold sweat, and I have at least ten really cheap excuses to postpone it for another month, and I am having panic-angst-assaults from buying nicotine chewing gums, which means I have to quit tomorrow. kggaaah. (trying saying this out loud as if you were a zombie). I have decided to replace my nasty addiction with, hmm..anger and fear. Not good. Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to start exploring whether I am into serious perversities, or maybe even terrorism.

Fuck, I may even take up knitting.