Day 3- 50 Hours In

Ugh, restlessness has set in. Just asked to bum a cig, but changed my mind and retracted before they had a chance to bring me one. Of course when I quit smoking all kinds of horrible things happen and all I want to do when the emotions start rollin is light one of those suckers up. It took everything I had not to raid my ashtray for a smokable butt last night- I know.. disgusting, but true. I should probably clean them out, but let's face it I'm saving them for an absolute moment of desperation. I've resorted to inhaling through a cut off straw on the drive to and from work. I must say it might be the greatest idea I've had thus far... mostly disappointing and not satisfying, but at least I've got something to occupy my fingers and mouth.