the patch-day 40
I had a brutal day of idiots in traffic yesterday, one of whom was me, and by the time mid-afternoon rolled around I was ready for a smoke. Actually, I was anxious for a smoke, whether I was ready for it or not. So, I stole one from a friend.
Silly me. I thought it would be simple enough to spark it up and settle my cravings. Not so simple though. I never got around to lighting it. The cravings and desires were beaten down on short order by anticipated post cigarette remorse.
Walking down the street with my ill-gotten smoke in hand, I was heading for a particular park bench in my neighborhood so that I could sit and enjoy the sweetness of the vapours. I never got to the bench. All along the sidewalk I had the devil/angel argument ringing in my head and the devil was getting the snot beaten out of him. No argument put forward by him was able to overcome the prime argument of the angel: I don't want to be a smoker.
By the time I got to the bench the anticipated joy was sucked out of me and I threw the cigarette in the nearest garbage bin.
I think I'm winning.
note: based on
earlier calculations I have saved about $360 since I started the patch. cool.