I went hunting for a cigarette last night. I didn’t find one, and as it was almost midnight there wasn’t anywhere open nearby where I could buy some.
The weird thing was that I wasn’t really craving them, I just went to get a drink, and the next thing I knew I was searching through the cupboards, and then in the drawer in my bedroom.
My second tip should you ever decide to give up smoking: Don’t live with another smoker.