I woke up this morning with the image of smoking in my head. That's just not fair. It's morning before coffee. I cannot formulate a coherent sentance, but my brain has produced a vivid image of smoking a cigarette. I call foul and demand a referee throw out my brain for unsportsmanlike conduct.
All kidding aside, I was rather suprised. There were days in the past when the only reason I got up when the alarm went off was so I could have a smoke before driving to work. I thought I had ridden out that particular trigger, but it appears I still have some time left on the clock for that game.
One day, one morning, one crave at a time
Keep the quit
PT
