Four minutes

I'm four minutes away from the next smoke I'm allowing myself today. This is getting rediculous. The stress of trying to quit has nearly doubled the amount I smoke. Perhaps if I decided not to quit I'd be over it by the end of the day? Who knows?

Three minutes...

Seriously though my health is important. Is life really a coin flip between living life to the full and leaving a good looking corpse? I'm undecided, but if I'm honest I recently started using hand cream. Good God.

Two minutes...

But the weather was cold and my skin on my hands was dry and cracked. I need my hands, for all sorts, so I took action.

One minute...

I think the problem may be my current work environment. An environment where smoking is actively encouraged. You'd expect nothing more form a poker club though and it's important to make the regular smokers feel welcome and at ease.

But when I get my stuff moved into a house where smoking is verboten then I'm pretty sure my attitude will change. No more hanging out the window. No more standing outside in the freezing cold. I'm drawing a line in the ash.

Dammit, i've lost my lighter...

So yes, there we go. I'll save a fortune too. Must think like that. That will help.