I feel I should mention this, just so that I'm held accountable for my actions. Our southern grocery chain HEB is practically next door to the bank. Saturday, I had no intention of cooking after feeling like someone had just beaten the crap out of so I hopped over to the HEB and picked up a box of fried chicken and a pint of ice cream.
This is first fried chicken I've had in about 3 years, I'd bet. I'd been fighting the urge to smoke since the night before & I thought myself, "Well, if I can't smoke, I'm gonna have something fried!"
And there you have it.
Suffice it to say I actually did go through nearly an entire box of nicotine gum within a couple of days....
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