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Did you ever quit too many things at once?
No picture today because I left my phone at work - my multifunction device that's my camera and bus scheduler and alarm clock and phone and email delivery device. I feel weirdly unconnected and there's a compulsion to reach for the thing in my pocket when I'm in a moment of not doing anything, when I'm in a moment of pause I want to reach for my phone and look at it. But now, two days without that - it's a weird thing is what it is, to feel that itch in the palm.
Likewise I quit smoking this weekend. March - that's been the plan - I don't know how to gauge how well the plan will go - I don't know if I'd have wanted to smoke cigarettes anyhow given that I've got some kind of nutty head cold - sneezing like crazy all day and all night. The thaw came yesterday - a little, and we went down to the library to read comics. "Do you have $30 kiddo?"
"nope."
"Well, we'll just wait around in the library and read there."
My fine is $30 - the minimum it can be before they cut you off of borrowing books. It's her fine though, not mine - I'm timely - but she lost the books we got and had a devil of a time trying to get them back from her mother's house. So fines. The library is a good place for us and we hung out and walked. Saw some birds and then I came home and couldn't stop sneezing and being a gross slimy mess.
The other day I was gettting all agitated- unable to find my scissors - I'd gotten pairs upon pairs and they couldn't be found - children and mothers coming into the home and friends and people. They move the things around and nobody cleans after themselves. Now I'm looking at all the scissors- - they're all right there, in my field of vision, how'd they get there? People.
So. Okay - my plan is to become perfected. I don't really have a description for what this will look like, but I think to myself - what would the perfect man do? The perfect man would have once smoked cigarettes but doensn't now, he also has a tidy room and knows where his scissors are. He's pretty cool about remembering things, but sometimes lets himself get distracted, when there's someone occupying his thoughts. He pays attention to the stars and moon and kind of can guess when he's been tricked or fooled by gremlins or hexes.
Now I'm a grouch as heck about my workplace because all of those aged creeps came to work and didn't wash their hands enough and didn't even care about how sick they were. Washing hands is like- eveyrone's main responsibility in life.
Cold Medicine!
No picture today because I left my phone at work - my multifunction device that's my camera and bus scheduler and alarm clock and phone and email delivery device. I feel weirdly unconnected and there's a compulsion to reach for the thing in my pocket when I'm in a moment of not doing anything, when I'm in a moment of pause I want to reach for my phone and look at it. But now, two days without that - it's a weird thing is what it is, to feel that itch in the palm.
Likewise I quit smoking this weekend. March - that's been the plan - I don't know how to gauge how well the plan will go - I don't know if I'd have wanted to smoke cigarettes anyhow given that I've got some kind of nutty head cold - sneezing like crazy all day and all night. The thaw came yesterday - a little, and we went down to the library to read comics. "Do you have $30 kiddo?"
"nope."
"Well, we'll just wait around in the library and read there."
My fine is $30 - the minimum it can be before they cut you off of borrowing books. It's her fine though, not mine - I'm timely - but she lost the books we got and had a devil of a time trying to get them back from her mother's house. So fines. The library is a good place for us and we hung out and walked. Saw some birds and then I came home and couldn't stop sneezing and being a gross slimy mess.
The other day I was gettting all agitated- unable to find my scissors - I'd gotten pairs upon pairs and they couldn't be found - children and mothers coming into the home and friends and people. They move the things around and nobody cleans after themselves. Now I'm looking at all the scissors- - they're all right there, in my field of vision, how'd they get there? People.
So. Okay - my plan is to become perfected. I don't really have a description for what this will look like, but I think to myself - what would the perfect man do? The perfect man would have once smoked cigarettes but doensn't now, he also has a tidy room and knows where his scissors are. He's pretty cool about remembering things, but sometimes lets himself get distracted, when there's someone occupying his thoughts. He pays attention to the stars and moon and kind of can guess when he's been tricked or fooled by gremlins or hexes.
Now I'm a grouch as heck about my workplace because all of those aged creeps came to work and didn't wash their hands enough and didn't even care about how sick they were. Washing hands is like- eveyrone's main responsibility in life.
Cold Medicine!
