Two Hundred Quid Not Reduced to Ash

Here's a milestone that must have happened during the night. Two hundred pounds saved, already. Lookie here:

Three weeks, three days, 14 hours, 57 minutes and 55 seconds. 738 cigarettes not smoked, saving £203.14.

That's a nice milestone and gives me an idea of what I'll save over the year (about £2500, whoo!), and why I won't need to feel bad if I decide to buy even more books, CDs or DVDs in any given month. Although in the first few months of quitting I do tend to spend a lot of what I save just to make myself feel better (I've easily spent somewhere around 80 quid on the aforementioned items this month).

I had two hours of wading through sludge on the phone last night as I tried to make sense of somebody else's ill-starred world. This would normally have been the cue to smoke a handful of cigarettes. If I hadn't been so tired, and also not wanted to visit the nearest 24 hour garage just as the clubs were kicking out, I might have gone and bought myself ten sweet Silkies. But I didn't. And today, I've been burning the demon out with lots of joss sticks and ylang ylang.

One good thing about my odd life is that despite its oddness, I always find myself having a lot to do, so boredom is never an excuse to start smoking. Except for the special boredom I have to be wary of - becoming bored with fighting the cravings. Quits have collapsed over that. So, I carry on carrying on, remembering:

I don't want one, I want them all.