I really miss smoking indoors. I never laid around with an ashtray next to me or anything. It was more covert than that. I was a "secret smoker", so I would always stuff towels under my bedroom door and open the windows wide. Then it'd be time to don my smoking scarf/hat and chainsmoke, just people-watching as I directed the smoke out the open windows. I've got about a third of this abandoned pack left, so I've been sneaking cigs when my boyfriend isn't home. It feels indulgent; not just because I know it's bad for me, but because I'm doing something (mildly) reckless. Plus I just fucking miss... Show more