Since I had some time to kill I called a cab and went to a local bar for a few cold ones. While there I became engaged in conversation with a rather attractive young lady who happens to smoke. I have been off tobacco for two months as of today. I totally blew my quit. I smoked several of her cigarettes and wound up buying a a pack and smoked most of it.
I make no excuses, I did it because I wanted to do so, but am highly disappointed in myself right now. Two months of being quit went right out the window tonight. Junkie.
I'll be starting all over again come tomorrow morning. It's like I never quit at all, so like any junkie that falls off the wagon I'll have to go through the whole withdrawal thing once again.
Damn I am stupid!