It’s funny how my cravings presented themselves this time. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I didn’t have my patch on and had to act. How pervasive this addiction is…how sneaky. It didn’t present the symptoms that I thought it would, it flanked me and came at me from a totally different direction.

As soon as I got out to the car…RRRRIIIPPPP, the box came open. I grabbed one of the small envelopes and ply at it with my teeth until I was satisfied that I could checkmate this fiendish little package open. Sure enough, no problem getting it open and I slapped it right on my right pec. The burning itch was so satisfying and I pounded on the patch to alleviate/excite the itch.

/breathe

MiH