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February 05, 2001
Smoking 'em while I still can...
... but I'll explain that in a minute. At the moment, it is storming like mad outside -- snow and wind and rainy slushy stuff, and sleet that felt like hundreds of teeny needles puncturing my face when I left work this evening. Ick. I was supposed to have a therapy appointment tonight, but I cancelled it -- I didn't fancy trudging around downtown Boston in this weather.
No updates in ages, I know -- thanks to all of you who wrote nice emails after that last one. It was a bit of a downer, I know, but I'm really okay. The dad stuff doesn't bother me often anymore -- it's not like any of it is a new thing, after all. It was just weighing on my mind...
Busy doesn't begin to describe me lately. The semester has started, which means I have 8 million things to do at work, and not enough time to get them done. I'd like to say that being so crazed makes the day go by faster, but you know, it doesn't. I scramble around like a loony, claw my way through a pile of work, and look at the clock... and only half an hour has passed, while I feel like I've been working for several hours straight. No fun. Today was brightened by some harmless flirtation with a guy who works for the Economics department (I think...) He's terribly cute, and much fun to goof around with. (On a side note -- I'm debating asking a former coworker out. Oooh, I just realized -- that former coworker knows about my journal, and may well read it. Ahem. The thing is, I don't know whether I should or not, or how to do it without things getting weird if -- when -- he says no. Suggestions?)
We also hired a new person -- hurrah! She's very nice, and is learning the job quickly. I'll get to go back to a somewhat normal schedule soon -- the extra hours weren't much at first, but I'd like to get home before bedtime on occasion.
And the title... well, I sort of told Lee I'd think about quitting smoking. And now I'm telling all of you, so if I don't quit, you can mock me, and nag me, and hit me with sticks. I have a doctor's appointment Thursday afternoon, to see about going on Wellbutrin. I know a few people who quit that way, and they said it worked really well. They said, after a few days, they just didn't feel like smoking, and they hardly even noticed it. That sounds heavenly to me... but still, I will expect much ecouragement, and pats on the head, and cookies, and other such rewards, as this is going to be no fun at all. But I said I'd do it, dammit, and I'm at least going to give it a good hard try. Until Thursday, I am unabashedly smoking whenever the mood strikes me, though...
Posted by Mary Ellen at February 5, 2001 08:32 PM