Friday, March 21, 2008

Two Months


That's how long it's been since I had a smoke.

I still want one.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?


- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1891

7 comments:

Lisa said...

Hang in there -- it does get easier. (Eight years this summer, and I don't even think about it anymore -- and I live with a smoker.)

Kaethe said...

I'm going to try and believe you. And wow, eight years! Good on you!

Right now I can't imagine being near a smoker and not leaning in for a second-hand puff. I still look longingly at the occasional cigarette butt on the ground.

PC said...

It may not mean as much coming from a non-smoker, but DAMN! That's great news, Kaethe.

Kaethe said...

Congratulate the Spouse. It was all his idea.

I just grudgingly acquiesed.

Rooie said...

That is good news, Kaethe! Good on ya!

Kaethe said...

Thanks, y'all. Apparently, misery loves compliments.

Leggy said...

I'll throw in my belated congrats too! You can Doooo it!