I was cleaning out my car a little while ago, and found part of a pack of cigarettes in there. And I was like, "Oh, hello...maybe I could smoke just one and see how it feels, you know, after having not smoked for a few days now."
So, I did. And I now have a splitting headache, plus I'm queasy, and I'm none too pleased with my poor decision making in the face of temptation.
The rest of that pack got torn up and thrown out. Now I'll have to tell my husband that today was a partial fail and he'll be like, "Do you...do you need like, a baby-sitter? For you? Would that help?"
...actually, he won't say that, but he'll be kind of bummed, so I think I'll go bake some cookies. Because cookies make bad news easier to take. Also, cookies are delicious.