Why is it that whenever I try to quit smoking my life seems to cave in?

Seriously though, I’m in a major transition period: trying to find a job after graduating (sort of; see last entry) from college, unemployed, discovering that I need more skillz for web development/design, facing a move to Oregon next year, and the little petty things: My ob/gyn doesn’t take my insurance anymore, trying to get my credit score up, allergies.

My big challenge is going to be when my roommate returns home tonight from a three-week vacation. We like to smoke djarums in the backyard, and I know she hasn’t stopped yet. I’m really worried, although she’s leaving for good in another ten days. Oy.Vey.

How do you guys deal with life’s little challenges?