Second day with no stogies. What the heck is going on with me? I can’t concentrate, I’ve started three projects today for no particular reason and I’m scarfing down Cinnamon Toast Crunch out of the box like a five year old. Yikes! On top of that, I’m flashing hot and cold like the M word had a hold of me (it does, but we’re not discussing that now).
The worst part is that the only place in the house where I used to smoke was my office. Guess where I am now? I look at it this way–if I can make it here, I can make it anywhere. Then again, there’s my car. 
To anyone else going through this quitting crap–good luck. Get some post it notes and stick them around your computer screen to remind you what the f=ck you’re supposed to be doing. Oh, now I remember what I was going to blog about. See ya back here in a few minutes.
All the best,
Dee
