I thought I was doing so well for the last few days until lunch today. We had an irregular get together at Sal's Pizza for people I used to work with.
Sitting outside after finishing eating I suddenly desperately wanted a smoke. I have no idea where it came from or why it was so strong.
If I'd had access to them at that point I would have lit up. I did resist walking up the road and buying some, but only just. I was already on my feet when the party broke up.
Right now I feel one hell of a lot less cocky than I have recently.
"Pride costs more than hunger, thirst and cold." - Thomas Jefferson
An earlier version of this posting was originally published on Quit line on Wednesday 17 September 2014.
Nicknames for Nick O'Teene
Many call it "Nicodemon". As smoking is like a kiss, I've been calling her Lady N. While I wouldn't knowingly kiss a demon, I've kissed a few ladies in my time. I found out this morning it upsets someone who's on-line here as it's close to her nickname.
Sorry if the Lady N makes anyone uncomfortable. Any pet name runs the risk of upsetting someone. I used to work with a French guy called Nico and I guess he could feel the same about "Nicodemon".
So everyone, what do you call Nicotine?
An earlier version of this posting was originally published on Quit line on Wednesday 17 September 2014.
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