I keep trying to remind myself that I can't keep doing this forever, that I need to quit sooner or later, and that it may as well be now. That I was happier when I wasn't smoking. That it gets easier. All that good stuff. Instead what I get is that whiny child voice inside my head that says "I want a cigarette!"
Arrrgh. I still don't know what I'm going to do. But I really am about this close to driving to the gas station in my pajamas.