One Hell of A Month

October was once my favourite month. This October of the year two-thousand and seven has been shite. I am in my 19th day of cleansing as part of a pact with five of my friends. The rules - no booze, no smokes, no fun from October 1st to October 27th (with one day off which I used in Atlanta) or else you're out 50 bucks. the question is, with only eight days left to go, will I crack? I have a craving to smoke on an hourly basis (when I started, I barely cared about it) and now that it is the week-end, the urge to crack open my twelve dollar bottle of rye is growing.