Today I plan to try to quit smoking yet again. I have six cigarettes left in my pack ... I may stay up and smoke them, I may go to bed and see if I can avoid their call come morning. Who knows. But this has gotten ridiculous. I look at that first quitmeter I posted and I'd have five fucking weeks smoke free if I hadn't fucked up again. Heck, if I hadn't started again after the last try, I'd have more than a week. This ends now. This fucking has to end now.

So anyone who comes to visit me at work tomorrow, please be gentle. And if you really love me, bring lollipops.


QuitMeter Counter courtesy of www.quitmeter.com.


Update:
I smoked one, and flushed the other five. Apologies to Fuzzy Wobbly who offered to take any "extra" cigarettes off my hands.