I'm finding myself just a little nervous as the time draws near. Not nervous because I think I'm going to break, because I don't, but nervous about how much these next few days are going to suck. I'm minimizing this for now by thinking about how much worse some people have it than I'm going to.
Quitting smoking, big deal. There are people out there who don't have a warm place to sleep, or food for themselves or their children, people whose difficulties are unlikely to fade in a couple of weeks. I bet they'd love to trade problems with me, while I sit here complaining about not smoking cancer sticks.