Ticking Ever Closer

In a little more than four hours it will be one week since I have smoked. And I had four ginormous margaritas last night (I know, I lost my friggin' mind) and I still did not smoke, even though I was a blithering idiot by the end of the night and could have hit any one of the 5200 people smoking within a 50 foot radius (ok, I exaggerate, but only a bit) up for a cigarette. I am godlike. I am also hungover. I am going to the beach.