Patting myself on the back.
According to my handy-dandy desktop tracking software system thingy, it was exactly 4 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 10 hours and 18 seconds ago when I first quite smoking (read: stopped buying and cut back from a pack a day to one or two or five a day during the week, and none on the weekends).
It also tells me that it has been 1 month, 2 week, 30 minutes and 42 seconds since my last cigarette. In the four months since stopped buying, I've saved well over a thousand dollars, save the one pack that I bought in Amsterdam (Elliot smoked most of those anyways ;).
The strangest thing is how much most things smell. Oddly, I've also found that I really don't like pickled herring. Some more thoughts later...
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