3 weeks & 1 day

I quit smoking on November 7. Today is my 22nd day without a cigarette. You'd think that it would be getting easier, and in some ways it is, but there are times, like this morning. I had a BIGGGG cup of hot tea and a couple of slices of toast. Typical breakfast. After I finished the thought popped into my head about how good a cigarette would be right now. My head was right, a cigarette would be just the thing. BUT.....

If I smoke a cigarette now, that will be 3 weeks and 1 day of torture, down the drain. Wasted. Not to mention the fact that I would be given such shit by my so-called friends who are watching my every move for any hint of failure. (Ungrateful bastards.)

Okay, moving on..... This is currently my favorite blog. I am almost ready to post it to the side with The Sneeze and Cockeyed. That's HUGE I tell ya.

;-)

I Have Returned! (She says dramatically)

Hello. Yes, it is I. I have not forgotten you, there has never been a day that passed that I didn't think of you. I could not stay away. I tried, oh yes, I tried to put you out of my mind, but you refused to yield. I attempted to move on with my life, to pretend that you didn't exist, but I failed. You are a part of me and I cannot go on without you. I was lost. I had nobody to tell my problems to. Nobody to share the absurdities of life with. Nobody. But there you were, just waiting for me as if you knew that I would return to you. And so I have. I promise I won't neglect you anymore (until the next time). I will log in faithfully and talk to you because I know, yes, I know, that you need me as much as I need you.

Alrighty then, since the groveling is out of the way, and you have forgiven me as I knew you would, let's catch up, shall we?

You first.