I don't remember any kind of anniversaries in a timely manner...

I was going to post this yesterday, but I forgot, which is kind of fitting because I should have posted this in June, but I forgot.

It's been over a year since I quit smoking and I'm happy to report that I have yet to turn into one of those bitter ex-smokers. You know the ones. The ones that lecture their still-smoking friends about how it's terrible for their health and how they're all going to die and how soooo much better they feel now that they've quit. The ones that do that quaint little coughing and waving their hands in front of their faces if the smoke gets too close to them (or not) instead of politely pointing out that your smoke is in their breathing space. Yeah, I hate those people and I'm so glad I didn't become one.

That said, I still miss smoking. If it didn't cost anything and didn't kill me, I'd still be doing it. I still dream about it. But I won't start again because I don't want to have to quit again.

I'll just pine for it and drown my pain in my other vices.