I'm finally going to do it

OK, I bought the Commit lozenges and told my dad I was quitting. "You reek like you just smoked a cigarette," he said. I did, I told him, but I'm quitting on Monday. "I wanted to tell you because I'm going to be cranky on Wednesday when we drive north."

So I'm doing it. I'm quitting smoking, finally. I'm hoping the lozenges will get me to be less of a jackass during my time in "hell week," as they call it.

I've quit before, cold turkey, and it's worked until I've been stressed out. I'm hoping that since I've been better at dealing with stress without alcohol, I'll be able to deal with stress without smoking.