Approaching the end of another day, perhaps the toughest one yet. Not because of anything physical, but because of my stupidity. It was a bad night, tossing and turning all night. When I woke up, though, I was less foggy than on day 2.
My stupidity is that I've done this whole quit thing without much forethought, almost on a whim, at a time I knew was going to be stressful. My lesson for the day: don't quit when you know you're in the process of relocating to a foreign country; don't quit when you know you'll have to deal with government folk who don't speak your language and are from another culture. Boy, a ciggie would have felt good! Nope, it would have tasted of defeat.
But hey, I've survived so far. Can't get much worse, can it?!