The First Major Challenge.

This is it. The first time I have been drunk since quitting. I am dying for a smoke. Andf I mean dying. Yesterday I found a lone cigarette floating about in my bag. I know it sounds pathetic but every time I am craving I hold it and pretend I'm smoking it. I'm sitting in a room with Amos, Crips, and Tricky and every time Amos and Crips light up, I try and breathe in some of the nicotine. I'm typing in this blog now because I am literally going mental without a cigarette. It's easy when I'm sober. FUCKING DIFFICULT when drunk. I wish I was a social smoker then I could be smoking right now....