It is now 11:45 PM, Saturday, 31 January. That marks five days - 120
hours - without a smoke. I want one so bad, I can taste it, but if I can make
it this far, I can make it for the next hour or so, until I go to bed.
Then, I'll just have to worry about the craving in the morning.
Fortunately, there are no cigarettes in the house. If there were, i would have
fallen off the wagon four days ago.