I had a rough night. I woke up at 3:30, and my whole self was: 'Parisienne.' I'm super glad that nostr:npub1qqqqqqyz0la2jjl752yv8h7wgs3v098mh9nztd4nr6gynaef6uqqt0n47m told me to dip my last remaining cigarettes in water. Without a doubt, I would have lit one up tonight. So I stayed in bed and faced that asshole addiction.

A dear friend told me: Find out what comes up in you first: the thought or the craving? I meditated on that, and it got me through the night.