Sometimes I get really tired of having choices. "Options", if you will. Everyone has them. You just never know if you made the right one. Multiple choice... you can't erase it if you chose the wrong one. I know, thats life ,right?? Today is day four on smoking under a pack a day. Wimpy way out, maybe should have just went cold turkey- there it is, a choice.... I'm happy with it. I think. Hardest part is mornings. I know there are people that don't think I will quit-- me included, I want to--just never really been a strong person. Yesterday I chose to talk to both Brent and Rick. They both knew I would not call either one of them for different reasons, so they each chose to call me. I kind of like that....I chose to make it brief with Brent. Right answer.. sticking with that. I'm on the edge with Rick. He said he is coming over...we'll see. When I'm with him, I never smoke, not because he doesn't want me to, I just don't. He knew I would not call him- so I waited, he called....just like Brent. I never called Brent; he called, eventually. They both made the choice to call. I made the choice to answer. Right choice? I don't know. can I erase it and start over?