Day 3: A crutch

I'm pretty sure yesterday was the worst of it. I was an anxious, moody, crying, screaming monster of a girl. After drinking two gin & tonics and three glasses of white wine, I was DYING. So I went on a quest (hehe) for Quest nicotine-free cigarettes. They taste like ass, but they'll calm a craving without disrupting your withdrawal. I had two. I still like Tati's quitting smoking method. She locked herself in her room alone every night and drank until she passed out. She missed her physical withdrawal completely. Since I live with the boyfriend, though, I think I should spare him a sloppy 3 AM fight about andirons.