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
Friday, March 21, 2008
Two Months
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1891
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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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