I just posted day 9. Last night was like the movie A Beautiful Mind: the caver inside me was in the corner trying desperately trying to get my attention and rationalizing why I should have some nic, why I deserved it, etc.
There is a work event w/ spouses coming up and a chewer I know said to me yesterday, "Don't talk about chew at all when you meet my wife". I told him I hadn't had a chew since June 22nd and he looked at me like I was insane. He chews a can a day, ninja style.
In other news, I slept on my arm and two fingers on my right hand have been numb for an hour. Usually it's the whole hand that goes numb (The Stranger! Haha). Odd...
Anyway, THIS first without nic (lion's den) is the best. I used to commit a weekend to this place consciously aware that it was my tobacco haven and that the primary reason for the trip was to F the nic bitch. She was my mistress!