Speed of Time

I have never been so attuned to how slow time can go.

It basically feels like I am waiting for something or should be doing something but I am not. Mainly it has to do with perhaps dealing with some withdrawals of nicotine. But a lot of it has to do with not taking breaks the same way.

I used to go have breakfast, then go smoke.

I would work a few hours, then go smoke.

I would go have lunch, then go smoke.

I would work a few hours, then go smoke.

I would drive home, and smoke.

So as you can see, there is a theme to that. Each time that I went out to smoke, it was about 10 minutes.

So I seem to have added about 45-60 minutes to my day that used to be just smoking.

And it seems that my routine is all borked.

It feels, right now, that it is 4pm and only an hour or so to go before I head home. That sucks so much!

That is the one drawback that I have so far. What the hell to do with myself if I am not taking breaks any more.

I could just sit in the cafeteria and not do anything. Yee haw.

I could sit at my desk and read/write blogs. Which seems to be the case right now. :)

The problem is that I need to find time away from the computer to rest my eyes from working.

So, non-smokers, what the hell do you do for breaks? Sit around and stare at the wall?

Anyway, almost over the physical addiction, just dealing with the psychological ones now. :)

So far so good. I think. :P