I almost bought a pack of cigarettes on my way to work tonight...6 weeks in and my life feels like it's falling apart (not related to the quit/PV). All the good I've done is about to go down the drain! I managed not to buy some coming in but another night of...falling apart. I don't think I'll have the strength to stop myself in the morning. Seems for the first time in 6weeks all I can think about is how good that first long deep inhale would feel right now. *sigh* pity party anybody wanna join?