I have about 8 cigarettes left. At this low number one starts to get antsy, feeling itchy anticipation of the moment when the withered claws of addiction grab you by the back of the neck and dig in. Ugh. I feel it already. It is such a terrible feeling that despite my attempts to conserve I must light up this instant.
Oh. Also I am still trying to get the site in order. It is a long process. Thanks for your patience.
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