Okay, okay, the three hours recovery was indeed a fluke. I have to maintain at least a modicum of pride and self-respect. However, despite being an everyday smoker, I still get knocked about from time-to-time, usually taking the form of moving slightly past the "Gee, this buzz is pleasant" Zone into the "You know, it would have been a lot smarter if I'd stopped smoking five minutes ago" Zone. Only rarely have I pioneered further into the "Malaria would be better than this feeling" region (this weekend was one of these uncommon Zone 3 experiences), and I can't say that I've ever reached that point of the "Hurl and swear off cigars for the next week" domain, which I've heard exists out there.