Except for this morning, while I was on hold for an eternity, I really haven't had much in the way of a craving. That's not to say there haven't been moments when I've thought "gee, a smoke'd be good now". But they've just been thoughts, not all-consuming, mind-crushing cravings.
However, complacency will destroy me so I'm not taking this as a sign that the battle is over. Far from it. Once more unto the breach dear friends....
Another, completely unrelated, thought: Who decided that 'dude' should be spelt that way and not 'dood'?
ten things tuesday
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