not smoking

...seems to get easier the less i think about "not smoking." the package of quit-smoking goodies from blue cross is sitting on the table in my music room awaiting my perusal, but i managed to avoid bumming any grits at jesse's art opening and the h.c.-riverside picnic. of course, i _have_ been blogging obsessive-compulsively about nothing in particular on myspace, and i haven't been sleeping especially well. but those manifestations may be completely unrelated.