(This a repeat from a post I attached to another's blog a few minutes ago before I figured out how to make my own. Apologies to ddockery for interrupting her problems with mine.)
I am in tears right now because I blew it last night and bought a pack of cigarettes. And I felt awful when I got up this morning and there were cigarettes waiting for me.And I "quit" five days ago. I melted down to the extent that I couldn't go to work today, and the person who is going in for me -- we're trading days off -- is pissed at me, and i'm sure my boss will be pissed off, too.( I already have anxiety problems to the extent that I have to be treated for it.) This would have been my first day back at work, and I totally blew it. I hate this, I just hate this.
