Today is Smoke-free Day 200, and apparently it's possible to be completely pissed off, overwhelmed, frustrated, frightened, stressed out and utterly powerless with endlessly more of the same piled on every 15 minutes and still not smoke even long after the Chantix is all gone. Good to know.
(Today, dear and gentle readers, you get this because I've been sucked dry of anything more cheerful. Maybe tomorrow I'll have more of my typical happy horseshit to share. I hope so even more than you do. At least Tom and kitties are being sweet today.)