A quitters diary: pre-day 1

I am sitting here and I guess it is technically the day that I will quit smoking. I am staring at a pack of Winston Light cigarettes and there is one remaining. I will be going to bed soon, but before that, I will have that last cigarette. When I wake up, there will be no cigarettes in the house. There will be a box of nicotine transdermal patches, 21 mg, the highest grade. I have been trying all day not to romanticize this moment, but those of you who know me, know that it is impossible for me not to romanticize anything. I guess I have thought so many times about how the last cigarette would be. I have thought about who I would like to have it with. Would it be JT, or R, or G… I guess the fight that I am entering into will ultimately be mine to fight, and the addiction that I have developed is my burden, so I guess it is only appropriate that this last cigarette be something that I have on my own as well. I think I may go get it over with now.