I'm Not Having A Cigarette just now.
I've been Not Having A Cigarette for 33 hours.
I'm not giving up... not quitting... Quitting is far too big and scary.
Well, I'm too busy to light a smoke.
Far too busy noding. Yes. That's it.
Not that I particularly want a smoke, anyway.
Not that the idea of the cool menthol smoke drifting and spiralling down my throat, sending out it's tendrils, filling me with a feeling of rightness is anything I have ever enjoyed.
Not that my hands are itching to feel the smooth cylinder between them.
Not that my pauses for thought feel empty and... odd with nothing to fill them.
I'm not addicted.
Not in the least.
Not Having A Smoke Right Now.