You may call me Jack. I did a blog about doodles a few years ago. It died. I don't really care. I still doodle, but I have too much shit to do to keep scanning everything. Maybe some day. Not today, though.
I just want to specify the scope of this blog.
Scope: Record my strange Chantix dreams.
Detail: I have smoked on and off for 13 years. I have tried the following methods to quit smoking:
- Cold turkey
- Nicotine patch
- Nicotine gum
- Nicotine patch + nicotine gum
- Nicotine patch + light cigarettes
- Wellbutrin
- Self-help book
- Hypnosis
- Vaping
- Chantix
Quitting smoking is more important to me than anything. It means my life expectancy increases, which is perfect since I intend to become a forest hermit in my later years. And my kids don't have to see me die in my 40s. Maybe my 50s or 60s, but I am okay with that.
The other times I was on Chantix, I had strange dreams. This continues. They don't make sense, and I commend my subconscious for formulating them. It is pure chaos and random. It amuses me. That is why I wish to record them in this blog.
-Jack
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