One complete day of freedom, and I am working on day two. As expected, each time I quit, everything is unexpected. This time I feel all gross and ugly inside. The medium to small urges are close to continual. I actually slept pretty good, which was a plus.
So, as much as I am a joyful person, and would love to play on the playground with all of you, it is just not in me at this moment. I am not leaving, and I am certainly not smoking, but I will be more quiet, since no one needs me yelling at the kids in the sand box for playing with their Tonka Trucks wrong.