Ok, today is the Official Quit Day. My fun debaucherous weekend is over, there's nothing on the horizon that would be a smoking situation, I had the last one in the pack this morning, everything points to today. Aligned planets and all that crap. The only reason I can think to keep on with puffing is my new hellish commute. But it's really not that bad so here we go. I have a prescription to Zyban, but I don't think I'm going to fill it. In my world, if you can't quit cold turkey, you're a weak willed backsliding heathen (or something). Or maybe insurance doesn't cover it, and I don't have to extra $$$$.