Tobacconists Anonymous. I fondly remember the local tobacconists: wooden barrels smelling of musky joy, a continuous flame for lighting, even the wooden indian. It's now a clothing store, but with a brass plaque engraved with the Ode to Tobacco. So much mystical ritual and nostalgia surrounds tobacco, and yet the you're sitting in a hospital waiting room those woody reminiscences pale as you wonder: have I got cancer? I've over the hump tonight, and no longer gagging for a fag, but it's tough. I know it is for you. Create a rich, invigorating coffee; paint a model archer for your next D&D campaign; knit your dog bootees; plait your hair like a viking; pray. Whatever gets you though. People scoff at self help groups: "My name's Steve and I'm an alcoholic," but sharing your thoughts and feelings online can help tremendously in the battle against addiction. Blog those blues away. Happy smoke-free weekend , guys!