I smoked my last cigarette at around two this afternoon.
The weather is conspiring to help me, for once. I went out to the car to get a book, earlier, and my doors are frozen shut.
So, I can't go out and get cigarettes. Unless I walk. A long way. In the cold.
All incentive to stay the hell inside and deal with it like a man.
Even though, you know, I'm not. A man, that is.