falling asleep

words
thoughts
fade
into the blackness of my eyes
and all i can hear is the
tick
tick
tick
of
the clock
on
a distant wall.
s l e e p
s l e e p
tonight
i
will
not
be counting sheep.

DAY 12

and just like that, it's been 12 days since i quit smoking. yes, even i find that hard to believe.
the only thing is that i slipped a few times. on 3 separate occasions, i gave in and lit up.
the last time was when i had a beer on sunday. i was watching the patriots/chargers game in a bar (what was i thinking, right?) and brady threw his 3rd interception. i could just see their perfect season go up in smoke...SMOKE??...and suddenly, i had this excruciating craving. i just had to have one.
now, bumming cigarettes off your friends is one thing, asking a stranger for a smoke is a totally different scenario. it's something that i just hate when people do it to me...but, i sucked it up...
anyway, the bright side of this story is that, after all that, i didn't enjoy the cigaretter at all. not then, not the two times before that. all i had were a few puffs, and i was done.
just 3 cigarettes in 12 days may not sound as much, but i'm looking at it as a minor accomplishment. i have to say that i'm proud of myself.
now if i could just stay off the crack!