I'm 10 hours from bedtime and sorta have had an urge to smoke. I'm not going to. I came here instead. I'm going over in my head that I have no reason to smoke and every reason to not smoke. It's a cloying addiction. It's beyond reason. Reason says that I'm just fine. The addict in me says to have just one. I know that one is too many and 1000 are not enough, and so I won't smoke.
I'm venting, bitching, whatever you want to call it. I'm like a toddler thinking that I want this so I shall have it. I'm working on weighing the "this" of nonsmoking to exceed the weight of the smoking.
I'm going to sew at 3. I have to work till then (I work at home).
Thanks for listening.