This – the third Friday in January – marks two years since I last had a sweet, sweet cigarette.

I started in February of 1998 (yes, at almost age 25) and smoked for nearly 10 years. Then I stopped.

It’s been two years since I stopped. Maybe I’ll quit for 10 and then start again and everyone can be proud of how I worked really hard to start smoking after so long without.

Meh, who am I kidding? By then they’ll have been all but made illegal.