


Today I quit smoking. I didn’t post anything on the actual date. This was written almost a year and a half later. Which I may add I’m still quit. I didn’t write about it and I didn’t tell anyone I was quitting. My thinking was that every time I announced I was quitting it never lasted. I always jinxed myself. So this time I didn’t say nothing to no one. I’m posting this to keep record of me quitting.
I chose the first because of how usually this day is a day of jokes and pranks. It was a symbolic thing for me to quit on this day. I had “quit” months before. I “quit” after a friend of mine had harped me to death about quiting. I didn’t want to quit. But I didn’t want to hear my friend harping me every day. So I quit. Only as far as my friend knew. I covered it up for a long time until I told him the truth about my not really quiting.