So I had a snack shortly after the last post - more cookies, milk and this time, some caramel chocolate bars - two of them.
I'm done with my calls for the days but I am avoiding Joe - the little monster is trying to convince me that I can only have a coherent conversation with my husband - if I feed him first. And of course I have been sitting here dwelling on his inane decisions, and realizing that maybe it's not a little monster but the devil himself. I'm just scratching the surface but what if it was never an apple - what if it was a cigarette in the garden of Eden? And how many years later am I finally breaking my addiction? Good for me.
My body and brain say don't go downstairs - little voice says just stay here and rot and die because you quit smoking. Oh my gosh - this conversation is like playing chess with a pigeon. I just realized I REALLY NEED to go to the library. But I am still in my pajamas and time is ticking by.
It looks so cold and windy outside - my inner self is so happy not to have to ever go out there and smoke again. My outside is like Eeyore - nothing, I got nothing.
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