It has been over a week since I broke up with my Coke Zero habit. It has been easier than I expected, though I think about it a lot.
And I'm irritable. Everything is getting on my nerves.
Today I saw a woman waiting for the bus smoking. She started smoking a cigarette, tossed it on the ground, picked it back up, and continued smoking it. It was disgusting, but I felt connected to her, since it was almost how I felt about my beloved Zero. But not really.