time
allen carr was right. he illustrates the smoker as someone who's just counting down the minutes (hours, days, whatever) until the next cigarette. why would someone wish their life away in order to simultaneously destroy it? i just sat through a two-hour movie and not once did i wish it were over so i could get outside and smoke. i may even enjoy movies in whole pieces now, imagine that.
it's been almost eight whole days and i feel great. the only disappointment i have in myself is that i didn't, wouldn't, couldn't do it sooner.