usual morning: get up, get kid dressed, get coffee, sit down at puter, smoke cigarette. no less than one, no more than 2 cigarettes in the morning, then i leave the pack at home & go to work. i do know that i go all day every (week)day without a cigarette, but i make up for this in the evenings, sitting on the computer, especially chatting.
well last night i ran out of cigarettes. i was fine up until i started chatting. chatting is similar to alcohol & coffee in that it causes me to reflexively reach for a smoke. well i didn’t have any last night, & i somehow managed to focus on the fun at hand & not chew my fucking fingers off. ok, i did break down & beg one off of the frito nazi but he was none too happy about it. i made it last.
so this morning there were no cigarettes with my coffee. insead of gnawing on my fingers i am typing this & chewing some nicotine gum that we had laying around the house. it’s minty but nasty.
this does not constitute a commitment on my part to actually quit smoking. but, the thought is there.