I work today at 4, but otherwise, I can lay around feeling miserable.
I put on the patch as soon as I get up. I decide that while it will be hard to walk and get a coffee without having a smoke on the way, I'm going to do it.
So I do, and I make it to the Second Cup, without stopping at the convenience store for a pack of smokes.
On my way to work is where I come face to face with what used to be the love of my life for the first time. There's a woman smoking in the bus shelter (which is illegal in itself). I stand next to hear and inhale the second hand smoke deeply.
I want one, but I don't. I want to at least make it through the day. I will not let this be what takes me down.
When I get to work, I go through the front door so I do not have to cross the smokers out back. I'm not as irritable as I expected to be. I do my job just as well as I did when I smoked. This gives me hope.
We are sent home early due to the weather. I am excited because I am tired. On my way home I know I have to prepare to do something the following day - because I don't have anything else to do. I decide to buy some glue to spend my Saturday scrapbooking - I'm behind in it, and it gives my hands something to do.
Despite how tired I am, I can't fall asleep to well after three.
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