You guise... I want a cigarette. I want one really, really badly. I quit back in October, that week when i was in the hospital, and haven't had one since. (Ok, that's a lie, i had half of one at my friend's funeral just before Christmas. But that was extenuating circumstances.)

Other-Husband and I are at my best friend's house, and she smokes in the house, and he smokes, and it's killing me. I don't know why I want one so bad all of a sudden, but every time they light up, I so. badly. want to reach for one, too. It didn't bother me the last few times we were here. It doesn't bother me when I'm at Other-Husband's and he's smoking. It doesn't even bother me when I'm at the bar, which was where I did most of my smoking. Why do I want one so bad right now???