I am writing this to share what happened in my last failed attempt. I hope it serves as a warning and proves of use to one of you:
I was half way through day 13 and was feeling totally comfortable and confident. Until I put on a jacket I hadn't worn for at least 2 weeks! inside was a full box of cigs and matches. I just calmly took one out and lit it. It was as if my brain tricked me into thinking it was fate and not my fault. Do you know what I mean?
I am alot more wary now and a lot less cock sure of myself. This is no ordinary kind of enemy!
Its like going twelve rounds with Tyson and hoping to win on points in the 12th.