Where does the time go? It flies on WINGED FEET like the mythical Mercury!
Thirty-two days ago, I quit smoking cigarettes. Why does it feel like I am still quitting? When I am asleep, I am still a cigarette smoker. When I see Marilyn’s cigarette pack laying on the end table, I think about how nice it would be to light up just ONE of them. After forgoing smoking between 600-700 cigarettes over the past month, I can’t help but say to myself, how much harm could one tiny little cigarette do to me? If I smoke only one cigarette a month, I could live practically FOREVER!... Sign in to see full entry.