Last night I had one delicious dream... I was in some cloudy cafe in Paris...enjoying the art of 'chatting'... cigarette tucked in one corner of my mouth- coffee cup in hand. What language was I speaking? It didn't matter!
The dream made me fiend for cigarettes even more. Ughhhh!
I've had cravings but each time I reason with myself, the urge seems to subside. This bout of cessation was brought on by the Pamila Laffin story.
http://www.s-t.com/daily/12-95/12-05-95/smoking.htm
Funny how one story can change your perspective!
Here in New York we pay the piper for a pack of cigarettes ($7.00) and the sad part is.. you will find younger kids paying their older siblings to get some.
Quel Dommage.
Curbing the impulse
February 25th, 2005 at 12:41 pm