D-day

Sunday night, 11:30pm November 6,

I am about to smoke for the last time. Maybe I should smoke 2 or 3, just to make sure I'm ready. I have wanted to quit for a long time, and even quit for a week or so several times. This is it though. I am seriously ready to stop, cold turkey, no patches, no cutting back, no excuses. Just quitting. I refuse to smoke, at all, tomorrow, not even a puff. This is so going to SUCK. I just want to quit, I know its going to be hell. Oh well, thats it, last one's gone. Now its off to bed, and going to wake up a grumpy, non-smoker.