Can't blame me for trying

In an effort to quit smoking once and for all, I'm making efforts to understand why I smoke and what the triggers for my enjoying having a cigarette are. Now there are many out there, I know, who have been able to simply a)realize that smoking is a bad habit and, b) as a result of a) have been able to put them away once and for all -- not without the occassional 'fit' or craving, I'm sure.

Having a tendancy toward being overly-analytic, I of course I need to deconstruct the "why?" of almost everything and this is no exception.

The photo above is testament to that -- see how diligently I've recorded each cigarette I've smoked during the day on the formal 'tightey-whitey' slice of notepaper, along with the circumstances that accompanied the smoke? Aren't I diligent? I bet you're proud of me. Success isn't far away now.

I imagine a little clothesline strung up in my kitchen with a whole gaggle of these little underpants-notes documenting my weaning from these horrible cigarettes. It'll be cute.

I've learned that I smoke pretty much to waste time or force a bit of 'waiting' on my most impatient ass. How anti-climactic.