So I've gone and done it, for the third time in my life I've quit smoking. See, not only am I tucking my tail between my legs and running away, but I've pretty much been an outright failure at quitting the first two times. Its not hard to quit initially, but what do I do when I go out with friends and I find a glass of cold beer in one hand, and my other hand starts asking where the cigarette is? It will feel so lonely otherwise.
If only life were like a Bogart film, where you could chain smoke all day and not go broke or get ill. :)
*sigh*
