I’m not one to make New Year’s resolutions.

If you’ve been following this blog, you’d know that I make enough resolutions throughout the year that I habitually break anyway.

This year, however, I may have unwittingly made a New Year’s resolution.

I bought a pack of cigarettes on New Year’s Eve. Finally, some proper Marlboro Lights, and not the shit fake Marlboros I had been smoking all week. Except that as soon as I took a drag off one, I had to put it out right away. It tasted of chemicals and was vile and disgusting. I tried again after a double tequila-soda and I stubbed that one out too.

Later on, at a club, however, I switched to scotch on the rocks and ended up smoking the entire pack.

At the hotel afterwards, I woke up with what felt like a hole burning in my throat. I started coughing and couldn’t breathe. I had a panic attack and started to hyperventilate. It’s a good thing Nicolas woke up and patiently calmed me down.

My voice is still hoarse, my throat sore and am coughing like a hag. Whenever I’d get like this before, I would still reach for a cigarette. Now, I really don’t want to. And I hope I never do.

Last night, we went out for drinks again and, although I wanted to smoke, I resisted the urge. Nicolas has been wanting me to quit anyway and it seems like a good time to stop. Besides, I’m headed to Australia where I can only bring in 50 sticks. That’s 2.5 packs and I hear a pack there costs AU$18 – as opposed to $1 here. I’d say it’s the perfect time to quit.

Notice how I’m not saying outright that I’m quitting, and I am still bringing those 2.5 packs to Australia. Just in case… 😉

Here’s to another year of crazy!