After weeks of preparation and 48 hours without a smoke, my body is beginning to suspect that something is up. Toothpicks can't fool my nicotine deprived blood. Oxygen levels are reaching 18 year highs in my brain, and it turns out that nausea, headaches, and tar coughs are on deck for the next few.
I will write something notable in a few days when my head is not pounding quite so much. On the bright side, I smelled a cigarette earlier it didn't tempt me even a little bit.
UPDATE (03/01/2012): It has been four and a half weeks since I stopped smoking.
It is striking. Every time a new law is passed there is uproar from a few thoughtful people out there. The blogs, social networks, and street corners light up with the voices of people who care, but the direction of society heads toward darkness.