Stupid fights.
Stupid PMS.
Stupid hotheadedness of mine.
Stupid traffic jam.
Stupid rude, impatient people.

I gave in. After trying to ‘deal with it’ for a week, I broke down. Went to get my fix. Smoking again. Argh!

Wish there’s a Nicotine Anonymous or something like that. The Quitline thing isn’t really working for me. I prefer to talk to somebody in person instead of calling a 1-800 number. You know, get a ‘nicotine buddy’ or a ‘smoking counselor’ whom I’d be able to call when I’m in a pickle and need somebody to talk me out of buying a cig. This sucks…