So the wedding with family, long wait on the airport, and a call from a NY agent about a book I am trying to get published threw me. I bought a pack of cigarettes. They were $10 a pack in Boston! That was sobering and a sign of things to come everywhere. I had left the Chantix at home. A suspicious "accident" probably. When I came home I drowned them in water, but the nexst day caved in a bought a new pack. I smoked one whole day and felt horrible, then decided it was time to buck up and get back on track. I started the Chantix again. Day 3 now. Wanting to smoke less. My new quit date is October 10th. In the meantime, I'm reading more and buidling confidence that I really do want to do this. Hate having to reset the clock, but that's what I get for being so weak and stupid.
