By Julia CI thought I was doing so well for the last few days until lunch today. We had an irregular gettogether at Sals Pizza for people I used to work with.
Sitting outside after finishing eating I suddenly desperately wanted a fag. I have no idea where it came from or why it was so strong.
If I'd had access to them at that point I would have lit up. I did resist walking up the road and buying some, but only just. I was already on my feet when the party broke up.
Right now I feel one hell of a lot less cocky than I have recently.
"Pride costs more than hunger, thirst and cold." - Thomas Jefferson