The One Where I Actually Quit Smoking

At quarter to one this morning I smoked my last cigarette. Work was busy so the only time I thought about cigarettes was the 153 separate instances when colleagues asked chirpily, “So how’s the non-smoking going then?” After I'd mumbled "Fine thanks", I'm afraid I didn’t quite catch their follow-up question because I happened to have my fist in their faces at the time.

And now I have to go to bed before I light up my socks.