Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze!

A summary of the past few days:


*Obtained a pair of stripey neutral toned fingerless gloves/arm warmers. I have seen the path to wrist warmth and I will never, ever take these things off. They are set to become my thing....like the way my friend Mike only wears jeans and a black t-shirt. I hope their organic wool and Nepalese construction holds up.


*Books I am having the library put on hold for me: the ethical slut, everything Marc Acito has ever written, and some Proust that I will never read.


*Have developed a quick and loving parasitic relationship with the space heater gifted to me by my hero and coworker.


*Thinking about doing a master cleanse detox with Klee. The idea of chuggin some organic-mrs-butterworths-and-water-concoction and nothing else for ten days terrifies me, but I do feel rather.....clogged. Considering going the more reasonable route and cutting out smoking and drinking and only eating fruits and veggies for a week. I don't feel like my daily cup of coffee is a problem. Maybe for that week I'll replace it with tea, although caffeine just doesn't affect me that much, whether I'm drinking it or not. And apparently, it shrinks breast size.


*Saw the consumeriffic sights of El Cerrito and even popped a ill-fitting red ked into Richmond with a fantabulous new friend. Also went to Albany Bowl and had a few childhood flashbacks due to the fact that, 1) they have a bar that looks just like the bar my dad worked at and 2) We were surrounded by children. Most days in SF, you're (un)lucky if you see more than five of the little bastards.


*Got back into the L Word. This past season is still ridiculous, but at least it's more upbeat and enjoyable than the bizarro downer of a previous season.


*I need a new calendar. Hopefully there will be a 2009 version:


http://www.menofmortuaries.com/

*Am still writing holiday cards, which are actually post cards that mention nothing about the holidays.

*I am embarassed to say that a juvenile game like Mario Galaxy on wii is starting to become too hard for me to complete without the assistance of Ned and Jake.

*Had the most bizarro dreams about murder and high school for three nights in a row. It was an ongoing plot! All without the side-effect assistance of a nicotine patch!

*PS- I can't believe I get to use the tag "radioactive detox goo" in two posts!

Quitting.....take four

This attempt at quitting seems right simply because I've never been so repulsed by my smoking. Plus Ned quit and Jake is quitting with me.

I'm going for a distraction approach, which includes:

*Twelve packs of gum, stashed in various purses, cubicle drawers, and all throughout 1287.

*A scheduled cleaning, purging, and febreezing of 1287.

*A stack of trashy novels to read while waiting for the bus and drinking my morning coffee (my most difficult triggers)

*Various plans made with non-smoking friends to ensure distraction and support.

*Boisterous claims of quitting and willpower that may damage my fragile ego should I be caught with a cigarette

*A bottle of radioactive detox goo.

*A box o' nicotine patches.

And now comes the grand experiment. I've heard rumors of crazed, vivid, hallucogenic dreams and nightmares experienced by some folks who wear the patch as they sleep. I'm hoping this will happen to me. I suppose if I will myself to have an extra-surreal dream, it probably wont happen but I'll try my best to keep a blank mind before I go to bed and a pice of paper at the ready to record everything I remember as soon as I wake up.