I have had a patch on for one hour and boy do I want a cigarette. Normally an hour would not be a problem, but as soon as they think I am not going to use them anymore they seem to go nuts.
They cry out to me, come and get me you know you want one. I hope one day to not be writing posts like this anymore. Remember the dentist? They told me about my teeth. Remember when in hospital? They showed the x-ray of my not so great chest.
Time to get into the very fresh air and smell the roses, well wrong time of year for that – but I am sure you understand the sentiment. No wonder people eat all the time, or chew gum.
Bye, bye computer – only for a little while.
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