The bane of every smoker is the social smoker. Yet, social smokers, when refusing the coffin nail, often say they've quit. To quit tobacco is a struggle. But if I am ever to say I've quit, it's because I've quit, stopped, let go of the disgusting habit. Oh, and for the record, I've had three cigarettes today.
There's a gnawing in my stomach, as if a string of spikes is gently lodged against my gut. It's this that prevents me from eating; the stomach pains. In fact, a Big Mac Meal is the first thing eaten since waking up yesterday morning. I'm at six cigarettes. Usually by this point, I'd have smoked about 15.