Eleven-and-a-quarter hours. No, I will not have any cigarettes. Not when I wake up, not after I eat, not when I want to escape from my desk at work for ten minutes, not when I'm bored. No. No cigarettes. They smell bad, and they taste bad, and I can't breathe properly anymore, and I cough all the time, and they're giving me wrinkles, and I'm spending all kinds of money on them that could go towards other things.
And I would have to gain fifty pounds after quitting for it to be as bad for my health as my current cigarette intake. And anyway, they've done studies that say that smokers are actually fatter on average than non-smokers.
*Rho glares at her addiction, then mentally jumps up and down on it* No.
I shall have tea, and take walks around the building.
EDIT: Twelve hours! One-sixth of the way there!