Day 4 - Hello, Insomnia

It's 5:30 am and, technically, day 5. This pamphlet my Dad gave me about quitting smoking promised extra energy within days of quitting. Turns out that's how they market insomnia.

Oh well. There are worse looks than The Insomniac.

I spent almost all of yesterday re-dying my blue hair. When I dyed my hair blonde, I'd put the bleach on for an hour, wash it off and be done. Now I have to bleach my roots before applying the dye, and then I have to leave the dye in for hours. Bleaching roots is a harder task than it sounds. Brandon had to paint them with bleach for me. Then I had to wash the bleach out, dry my hair and let him paint again, this time getting the spots he'd missed before. Finally I was able to put the dye in. I washed it out again before going to bed, but the tips of my hair is definitely green so I have more dye in again. You'd think this would kill my hair but thankfully Manic Panic is a lot kinder to hair than bleach. Apparently some people sleep with it in. I would too but I don't fancy blue-stained sheets.

It's been hard to resist smoking. Cobus visited last night, and he's always been a smoking buddy, so I was on edge from the moment he arrived and had to stop myself from telling him he smells really nice several times. (Ah the choking scent of smoke. Only ex-smokers really appreciate it.) Even after he left I wanted one. Eventually I got sick of craving a cigarette and went to bed. At no point was I craving nicotine. It's just the damn habit. 

Still, I've broken my own record. Usually I can't get past day 3 without having at least one cigarette. Pretty impressed with me.

6:30 and I'm definitely not going to get back to sleep. If this happens a lot I'm gonna have to get a hobby.