My quit date is tomorrow. I just smoked my last cigarette. I would have thought there would be a band or something. Maybe some quite moment of contemplation. Maybe some surreal experience of some sort.......Nothing. I just smoked it, came in from outside, and felt stinky. I took a shower. I am done. DONE. DONE. DONE. It feels good to say it and mean it. Tomorrow will be difficult. I have to remember that I have done more difficult things in my life and got through- just fine. It really just has to do with making your mind up, sticking with it and repeating "this discomfort is only temporary". Wish me luck!