Hurricanes. Quitting smoking is like hurricanes. They beat the crap out of you and leave you with what? A big fat mess. It's actually getting easier. Up until this point it felt like I was being tossed around inside a hurricane. If it wasn't the wind gettin' me it was the thought of drowning. But I think I'm good now. That picture with the duct tape is what I've had to do. No partying, no friends, no fun. Now that I'm over the biggest hurdle I think I'll make it forever. By the way, it's day 90. Go me.
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