Oh dear, day 9.

Oh dear, I would dearly love a cigarette. It's nearly time for bed so I might go a little bit earlier.
It's the thought of cigs. They are always on my mind. Must admit, not as much as they used to be though.

There is the feeling of something missing. I may have said this before. Sorry if I have.
But there IS something missing. Cigs!
They have been with me for over 40 odd years. Enough is enough.
Day nine is nearly over. I should be quite pleased with myself. I am really but just wish the crave would leave me alone.
One day soon, I hope it will.

I would be further on if I hadn't bought those ten on the 20th March! I mean, how sad is that? I remember the date. Slave to nicotine, well, no more!