It's Tuesday. The previously designated "Quit Day." I was supposed to finish up all smokes in my possession yesterday, but since I felt so poorly from the previous night's activities, I wasn't up to doing much smoking. As of this morning I had 4 smokes left. I took care of 2 of them on my way to work, that leaves 2 smokes in the car. I could go out at lunch and totally finish them off and then I'd be finished with the pack and ready to begin my journey as a non-smoker. (again) Maybe I should give it another week. Like after driving to Ithaca on Saturday. Then I'll be done. Tuesday is such a bad day to start anything. You should always start shit on a Monday. Or I should just fucking do it and get it over with and stop rationalizing stupid shit.