I fucking quit...

[emjay]

I went on holiday once and spent six hours in the airport unable to smoke and then a few more on the plane. Whilst it was impossible to have them I didn't feel the need at all but as soon as I got off the plane at my destination and started to see the light at the end of the tunnel as it were I started climbing the walls again, itching for a fag. Same thing when I tried quitting once and had absolutely no tobacco in the house. As soon as night came and there were no shops open it became impossible again and the need disappeared. So I get what you mean, EP, about the effect living in Vienna had on you - once it's impossible somehow your mind just stops trying.