The random thoughts of a reader, sometime editor, former writer, and long-time liberal artist.
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?
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.)
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.
It may not mean as much coming from a non-smoker, but DAMN! That's great news, Kaethe.
Congratulate the Spouse. It was all his idea.I just grudgingly acquiesed.
That is good news, Kaethe! Good on ya!
Thanks, y'all. Apparently, misery loves compliments.
I'll throw in my belated congrats too! You can Doooo it!
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