A couple nights ago I went to bed with philosophy, science and religion in my head. I had crammed for five hours for that crappy exam and I honestly dreamt that I was writing the exam. Scary eh?

More scary was how I woke up to a cold foot. I have a thin blanket and comforter, which until it gets colder to necessitate a higher heat setting are not enough to keep me warm. So I go to bed each night wearing jogging pants, a sweater if need be and wool socks. Loose wool socks. The cozy type that until that night I'd never had a problem with... and then I woke up to one cold foot. A sock had fallen off, and the sobering realization that my left foot was cold hit me like alcoholic vomit coming up my esophagus. No more wool socks. I'm going with cotton again.

So I think I picked a great time to quit smoking. I do not feel any better, but I am inspired enough to eat those crappy low-carb foods and have gone to the gym two days in a row despite a cold.

Where I really feel the difference is the wallet. Being jobless bites, but not as much when I spent $20 a week for cigarettes. I've been able to coast these past two moolah-less months pretty well, and when I heard today that Ontario is introducing the new tobacco legislation that includes yet another cigarette tax-hike well gosh... I'm smooth sailing.

But I start a new job next week, so I may pick it up again. Heh.