Quitting Smoking (day 1)
So Teresa and I decided that we were gonna quit smoking (again). We went out briefly last night, smoked most of a pack of cigarettes (I was largely procrastinating some writing I should have been doing) over a couple of beers and had exactly one cigarette left when we went home.
It was all planned out in my head, I was gonna smoke that last cigarette this morning ... I was all mentally prepared for it and waiting for that last fling with addiction. However teresa got up before me and either smoked it herself or threw it away so neither of us would indulge. Dammit!
So now I'm at work, grumpy, with a patch on, and all I really want to do is find a smoker, punch them in the head and steal their pack for one quick, last fling.
Ahhh, addiction.