Month 2

Yep, I've lost track of the days. I didn't even post on the 1 month anniversary. Things have plateaued. Or if anything it's getting harder. The city is full of beautiful people smoking. The smokeless hours stretch out unendingly. The wife kindly bought me a book of Bill Hicks routines which is great but unforyunately contains as passionate a defence of smoking as you'll ever read. I can dismis other cool-looking smokers as the tools of The Man (I'm looking at you Depp & Moss) but it's harder with my belopved Bill. I need to dig out his giving up routine. And to remember that he died of cancer at the age of 35. (Though I don't think it was smoking related.) I can't believe how much I miss it. I'm in that very dangerous place where I want 'just one'. And you know what the man said - one's too many. And a hundred's not enough.

Day 28 - mid morning

Well, it's been a while since my last post, but actually the cravings have seen an increase. I bought a small stereo for the kitchen and have discovered that music makes me want to smoke. As do children's playgrounds. And evenings. I've been dreaming about smoking for the last few nights. I'm always relieved when I wake up and find out that I haven't though.