I haven’t said anything on plasticbag.org because I’ve been convinced that it would add extra pressure on me and that I’d buckle under it – but I seem to have given up smoking. It’s been almost two weeks now without a cigarette. I still want them quite badly, but I’m not having them. My ashtrays still sit in front of me on my desk – and they’re still full – I feel like if I threw them away that my totem of stubs would betray me and I’d be scratching my way out of the flat towards the local newsagent. It probably wasn’t the best time in the world to quit – but hey…
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