I just had hell week. In my last posting I mentioned something about it. I thought if I wrote it down, then things would get better because I'm very optimistic that way, ha ha ha.... too bad that didn't work. My week ended with being rear-ended on my way home from work. If there were ever a situation in which I would have fallen off the wagon, that would have been it.
I'm not hurt, by the way, just understandably sore. My dear Taurus suffered only some minor scratches and chipped paint.
I didn't fall! I didn't even think about smoking until many hours later and it was like a passing thought.
Next week will be better. I'm so done being a smoker!