New Year Cliche
For those of you that don’t know yet (this includes my parents), I’ve quit smoking. That’s right. I’m done. Finito. **insert fireworks here** It’s already been a week and I’ve been trying my damnedest to stay out of those painful social scenes that just beg me to smoke. But the worst part by far is trying to sleep I’ve had issues with that already but now it seems to be multiplied three fold.
Last night I went to bed around midnight… woke up at 3am. Crappity crap crap. I got up, worked on some songs, wrote an e-mail or two, and then tried to lay back down around 7am. I’ve been on the nicotine patch and it’s been giving me some really fucked up dreams. WELL, I started to drift back into some really odd dream about penguins and bicycles and people wearing really really white pants hiked up into their crotches when I hear… CRASH!!!!!
Being in the semi-cognitive state that I was in, you’ll have to imagine how disoriented I was when I heard the noise. Instantly I thought someone was trying to break into my apartment. My front door has this massive glass window that I’m completely paranoid of. Not for my own safety, but for my guitars. I’d rather a burglar take me on one-to-one rather than some sneaky bastard coming to carry away my babies.
So tired little Jami hears this MASSIVE crash of glass breaking. I jump out of bed and start yelling “Hey!! Hey!!” I mean really loud. So loud that I think I may have scared myself a little. I look at my door and everything is still. The shade is still down. Nothing is amiss. I check all the other windows and there’s nothing there. I’m standing in the middle of my room looking at all four corners trying to figure out how I can’t find the source of the crash in such a small room. I finally convince myself that perhaps I just dreamt it. It’s possible, right?
I shuffle over to the bathroom before I try to get a few more winks of sleep. Flip on the light and… oh dear god. My full length mirror had fallen off the door and crashed on top of my toilet. Glass everywhere. On the floor. In my bathroom mat. In the toilet! Great big chunks of glass in my damn toilet. I seriously thought for a second that maybe I could just hit flush handle and it would all disappear into the magical place all the other stuff goes. But at least I found the source of my panic and was relieved that it wasn’t all in my head.
So, please, I need all the support I can get with this non-smoking thingy. But I’m ready. Everyone, put your hands in the middle. “Boo to emphysema” on three. 1… 2…. 3….
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boo 2 emphysema??……shit man thats my job security.
ha! no for real good for you!! wish i could find the power to do the same.cuz i guess seeing people die of COPD and cancer isnt power enough, which now that i think of it thats fucked up.whatever or wait in your words meh
Stick with it… your’re doing the right thang, girl. COPD sucks. Held my dad’s hand as he died of emphysema when I was a 17 y/o. Never smoked. Keep my lungs clear and strong. Ran Pike Peak Marathon last year. You can do this. Thx for your service. RLTW.
Good luck on quitting smoking. After reading your recent blogs I can understand why you’ve made the easy decision to undergo a difficult task. I can tell you from experience, you have to really WANT to quit to be successful. I wrote a blog about quitting, read it, I hope it helps.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=5124181&blogID=49216039&MyToken=55890287-d7b0-4476-afff-cbfa925741bf
my hat off to you, my friend. you have seen me try and try to quit a million times, this last time is the last time. i am proud of you. the benefits on time will far outweigh the “fun” you think you’re missing by smoking.
i haven’t always een the strongest quitter, but i tell you it inspires me to know that i’m not the only one out there taking aim at this addiction. its powerful and its a daily struggle. but we can do it!
in other news, i’m glad it was your mirror, not some creep on a guitar thieving mission. but the photos turned out pretty cool 
see you soon!!
Kicking the nicotine habit is a bitch. You will fight the deamon for years. I quit three times for over a year. Been clean now for eight years. It can be done. As our fearless leader says, “Stay the course”. Easy to say when you don’t have to face the danger, but it can be done.
Pack+ each day for 40 years.
HG
I am glad that the boogie man didn’t wisk you or your babies away. Because I would have to kick some ass. {stop laughing}
Love to you Nicole
Simone Rubin on 
Keith on 
We will help support you too since Jessi and I have both quit smoking…again.