Forgot to mention that I slipped a little. Almost six months without a cigarette and I seem to recall sharing one with somebody at my birthday party after I was already three sheets to the wind.

I wish I could I remember it more. I only have glimpses of complete satisfaction, and I remember that it was over way too quick. (Yes, I'm still talking about smoking.)

*sigh* Maybe I can start a new Birthday tradition- one cigarette per birthday. Might be a slippery slope, but where's the fun in living without a few vices?