The Quitter's Club: Disabling a trigger After learning from the guy on the phone at the NY state tax center that they received the paperwork I sent, but can't actually find it in order to figure out why I supposedly didn't report any withholding, I really wanted a cigarette.
→[More:]My eyes were bugged out, and I swear, I was gritting my teeth. I could almost smell the sweet-sick smell of burning tobacco and the wonderful sharpness of a nicotine high, the only thing that could keep me from screaming at the top of my lungs,
"WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU FIND MY PAPERWORK WHEN THE PAPERWORK YOU SENT ME RECENTLY SAID YOU RECEIVED IT ON 11/14/06?????"
The mania has passed, but the psychological need for a cigarette hasn't. On average, I think about not having a cigarette at least once a day, mostly when I'm leaving work because the last fag of the day was always a nice one. When I had girl-time recently and I was maudlinly thinking about what might happen if my boyfriend decided to go back to being just friends, I thought about the epic drink-up and smoke-up that would necessarily take place after such an announcement with an almost wistful longing.
I really want a cigarette right now. But I won't have one.
Help me get through the longing?