So today is Day3. That's supposed to be the final day of the chemicals leaving your body, right? The first day was spacey. The second day was angry. Today has been sad. I'm reminded of the 4 stages of humans getting over trauma (I heard this about psychology somewhere). Denial, Anger, Grief, Acceptance. One step per day would be fast, but I hope tomorrow is acceptance. I miss smoking, but a lot of the time it feels really good to finally be done with that.