Yeow! I made it! By the skin of my teeth - see month 2 (1 drunken night + 3 fags :o), but I'm HERE! *waves*
As if the embarrassment and sheer sense of stupidity of the drunken lapse wasn't bad enough I've had a killer of a cough for the last week. Guess I deserve it, and I'm taking it as a sign of my lungs and throat protesting at their harsh treatment.
Glad and so grateful to be here in month 3, with my guard against cigs set higher than ever.