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.