Bastique

I woke up several times last night, with a multitude of vivid dreams. In one I refused a cigarette and in another I found myself smoking. The guilt of it nearly drove me crazy, and when I woke up I realized I still had two weeks without behind me.

I won’t say that my lungs have improved terribly yet, but I do feel somewhat better, and the fact that I made it this long has made a serious impact on my well being. I have a lot of faith that when all is said and done, I will ultimately be a non-smoker.

I am already seeing myself as such.