Diary of a Wolfeman

Funny that day two is actually the last day  – of the year, anyway. Sitting here watching the news, and they’re running a spot on the bars throwing out the ashtrays at midnight.

Today was better than yesterday, less anxiety. Plus my body is adjusting to the slow but constant influx of nicotiene instead of the usual sporadic dosing. Still fighting the psychological effects. I keep standing up and reaching for my jacket, and then remember. So many physical habits to break.