I broke. I knew I would. I went out and bought a pack of cigarettes at 2pm and I smoked one. And it was fucking sweet.
Post-cigarette remorse crept in and I scolded myself appropriately. I said “Amanda, you WILL NOT get a cigarette on your ride home today. And because you have the self control of a sleep-deprived teething toddler, you will leave your cigarettes AT WORK so you won’t be tempted to cheat. The pack you left at home this morning will be there for AFTER LITTLE J GOES TO BED.”
Crazy bitch, always talking to myself. So here I go…. Goodbye my pretties…….