This Saturday (November 2) will mark ten months (woohoo!) since I've had a cigarette... I miss it, but not really. For several months, every carry-out I passed, I had the split-second thoughts of, "Hey, I need a pack of cigarettes..." I only recently noticed that I don't do that, anymore... But what I do is dream about smoking. In my dreams, I often "sneak off" to smoke... and I always get busted by one of my friends, too... B-zar... As long as it's only in my dreams, I figure it's probably okay. :)