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G. the flatmate left last night for a three-week holiday in Australia. I had planned to take this opportunity to stop smoking, his absence meaning no cigarettes around the flat.
He is one of those lucky bastards who smoke half a cigarette after dinner and that's it, and perhaps half a pack if he goes out during the weekend. I'm one of the unlucky ones with an attitude for addictions, and I'm completely hooked on the evil weed. My first attempt at stopping (again) smoking failed today. I will try again tomorrow. Wish me willpower and please put up with my cranky whining in the future.