Five days down

As of midnight, it will have been five days since I gave up one old and very nasty habit.

Aside from the nausea and jumpiness that too-strong patch caused (thank you for suggesting the gum, anonymous No. 1 -- it works like a charm), this no-smoking thing has proved surprisingly unmiserable. I expected to be irritable, spaced-out, tired and ravenous, but instead of sitting here frothing at the mouth, yelling expletives and gnawing on the countertop, I'm actually feeling quite good.

I guess I have been a bit tired. Sleep was hard to come by the first couple of days, and when I did manage to doze off, I had the most unsettling dreams. In one of them I was battling this tornado/rubber woman. You see, I was stranded in a ghost town when this tornado came out of nowhere. Instead of running from it, I decided to grab it at its base and show it who was boss. Once I'd gotten a hold of it, it turned into this bitchy rubber woman with blonde hair. I gave her quite a lashing: strangled her, whipped her around in a circle over my head, slammed her into the ground. She ended up one unhappy and bedraggled rubber woman, by golly, but I didn't manage to kill her. She floated on out of town after crying a little and vowing revenge.

Anyway, my dreams have been weird, and my sleep has been fitful. It's been extraordinarily difficult to get out of bed each morning (afternoon). Thankfully, I've found that I need far less caffeine to get going than I did when I smoked. I wonder why this is?