I quit.

Or am in the process of quitting, anyway.

I know this comes as a surprise to some of you-- we didn't warn most people, and those people we did tell were given a different quit date. But based on some outside factors-- namely, the fact that I can't smoke after the extraction of that freaky wisdom tooth-- we pushed our quit date up to yesterday, meaning we have officially been smoke-free for thirty-eight hours.

So far, so good-- there was a brief period of intense hatred toward all humanity around three p.m. yesterday, when I would have gladly slain every koala in the forest for a cigarette. But luckily for me, and for the koala population at large, it passed, leaving me cranky but relatively sedate.

Ben's been handling it well, too-- much better than he thought he would. He started smoking a long time before I did, so it's even harder for him, but we figured we should do it sooner rather than later. We haven't even come to blows yet, either, which I suspect is rare when a couple quits smoking at the same time. But this could be because we spent most of the evening apart yesterday, with him playing a computer game and me using the computer to come up with anagrams for all my friends' names (inspired by my friends over at Turkey Hat Sweet). The best one I came up with: Alamo Tits. Also, Ben's name is an anagram for MBA Ninja Joe, which would be a sweet addition to the GI Joe line, in my opinion.

We're really hoping this works, so we can be smoke-free and happy (although I will never forget how romantic it was the day we found out we both smoked the same brand). Ex-smokers out there, any advice?