Okay Rosanne Barr, listen up...
If you are planning a quit day party for tomorrow, let me tell you exactly what that gets you today...absolutely fucking nothing. Except the last few chances of stuffing your pie hole full of cancer candy. Great. Just fucking great. Any idea how many dips it takes to get cancer? One. And wouldn't it just be the kick to the crotch if one of these last "bonus" lippers was the one to put you over the edge? That would certainly suck.
Why wait another day? Why? Why wait another moment? When freedom is staring you in the face, you run for it. You give everything you've got to get it. And I'm going cross my fingers that you aren't expecting to be sticking a nic patch on your tiny little ball sack while "trying" to quit. We don't do that here. We man up and fight. Cold fucking turkey. Make a clean break from being a slave.
When you have a chance, go read this thread:
planning on quitting sundayHe planned on quitting today. Planned on it. But "it" never happened.