I woke up this morning and remembered that I forgot the scarf and the card. Im not sure what to do about them, so Im just starving the sadness that that lapse in thought created by trying to remember what exactly I had wanted to do with my free hours. My scale is telling me that I lost eight pounds. Its probably broken. It was probably broken the first time I checked my weight on it this week, too, though, so maybe its somehow accurate to some extent? If there is any accuracy there, I blame the elimination of excess stress, good old fashioned hard work, and the fact that Im being fed and feeding myself tons of plants and legumes. Also, water. I havent had a cigarette yet today. Part of me wants one, but only because it would be enjoyable, not because I need it. Im going to focus on my house today, after making some calls and eating breakfast, and see whether I can make it to evening without feeling as though I *need* a cigarette. Its not like I have any anyways. I dont want to be handed a pack, either. Just one, in another eight or nine hours.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 15:19:01 +0000
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