In search of a new habit

It's Friday morning, and a fairly slow one at that, so I thought I should post something seeing as how I've been neglecting Threshold in favor of 15,000 Years.
On that front, by the way, I've moved past the halfway point, with just shy of 29,000 words, which is probably the most I've ever written.
Unfortunately, I effectively only have 6 more days that I can devote to writing before my month is up, so it's going to be a pretty close finish, I think.
On Wednesday evening as I drove home form Scott's house (I thoroughly enjoyed "The Incredibles," by the way. Lots of good comic book "in-jokes."), I realized how grateful I am that I don't work a regular Monday-Friday 9 to 5 job. Most of the Rush Hour traffic was going in the opposite direction that I was, but it was still a pretty hellish drive. I'd hate to have to go through that five days a week. I think that several months of that would probably serve to give me that final push I need to get past my laziness and become some kind of psycho killer.
But then again, it's difficult to say that for certain, since I am really lazy.
Oh yeah, and killing is wrong or something.
Apart from he hellish experience of being carefully scrutinized by a hot chick on Tuesday, there was another aspect of the day that made me uncomfortable: the whole day served as a real test of my commitment to not smoking.
I've got over six smoke-free months in now, but that's a drop in the bucket compared to 18 years of smoking.
Now that I've been smoke-free for so long it's not really that difficult to keep from doing it at home or at work, but in a situation like spending the day in a class is different, since there actually were structured breaks.
At work I can basically make my lunch break as short as I want, thereby eliminating the temptation to smoke, and I can just work through my breaks, since we don't really have any sort of rigid break schedule.
During the class, though, we had several breaks and an hour for lunch. It took me maybe 15 minutes to buy and eat my lunch. With the remaining 45 minutes I was left to wonder how, and, perhaps more the point, why non-smokers live.
What's the point of taking a break if you're not going to smoke?
During my lunch break I called my mother, since I hadn't talked to her on Monday. Of course, I did that outside, and while I was talking to her several smokers came out to take breaks. I was really tempted to ask one of them to bum me one. I honestly think that the fact that I always hated it when random strangers were presumptuous enough to ask me for cigarettes when I smoked was the only thing that stopped me.
After lunch I never even bothered leaving the room for the breaks we took. Sure, I could have taken a walk to stretch my legs or something, or bought a snack or something, but those sorts of activities just don't have the same appeal (or sense of urgency) as going outside to light up.
Still, it has only been six months, so maybe somewhere along the line I'll pick up some new habit that will help me fill the empty spaces.
But in the meantime I can't help but wonder why non-smokers even bother taking breaks, though I guess that technically taking the time to write this entry would count as one...