Last night I failed what Kyknoord described as the “Beer Test,” in spectacular fashion. My partner in crime and I got through about a pack and a half of cigarettes. Working on the assumption that I smoked half of those, the count stands at about 15. I dutifully reset the day counter and am now at the dawn of giving up smoking, yet again.
*sigh* What shall I do? Clearly I have no willpower. Perhaps I should just pony up the R30 and go to see Maama Fahim.
“Who?” I hear you ask? Oh dear! Where to begin?
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