Three days, 21 hours, 26 minutes and 56 seconds.
Thanks to a little help, I'm doing fine. Still craving, still missing the feeling of a cigarette between my lips... but at least I can sleep without interruption.
It's progress.
Part of it, I think, is due to me not having been back at Lucid for work yet. I'll brave that tonight. I suspect it will be hell.
I've substituted smoking with sex and even chocolate, which I usually don't eat so much of... Having more than just one lover comes in handy in times like this *grins*.