Day 4:
Yesterday on the way from work got stuck in a huge trafik jam on the A35 into Poole. I can handle the trafik but it was the smokers 2 cars in front of me that really sent me mental.
Driver and passenger, I could smell the smoke, even when I closed my car windows I could still smell it. I wanted a fag right at that moment. Even thought about getting out the car and jogging up to their car and cadging a fag.
Then I thought about the taste in my mouth aftaward, the stink on my clothes and the feeling of disappointment that I'd given in. Worst of all the feeling of self loathing that I was a smoker again