Honest to the point of recklessness, self centered to the extreme

[lizblackdog]

The foundations of reality are trembling. I am cutting down on coffee.

Mainly because I couldn't afford both coffee and cat litter this week, and the cat litter won. You can only ask a moggy to shit on shredded newspaper for so long, even if she was sprung on you unexpected.

Also, I was starting to wonder if five pints of black coffee a day might have been sapping my vitality. Sadly, I might have been right. I only had one pint yesterday and I did, actually, feel better.

Bloody 'ell. I'm scared I might find myself giving up smoking if this keeps up.

Jobs for today: finish the pimp entries, redo journal layout, sort out vet paperwork so I can register Cassie with my vet and make an appointment to have her checked out and find out how cheaply I can get her spayed.

Comments

[bloolark.livejournal.com]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I quit smoking almost four months ago, and I have seriously never felt better in my life. I sleep better, I sleep less, I have so much more energy, and I really don't feel poisoned and shitty all the time.

That said, I still drink too much coffee. I should consider cutting back on that a little. :)

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly sure that I'll wake up one day with a real desire to stop smoking - it happened with heroin, and it's happened with fat (though I've relapsed some on that) and it's happening now with coffee. And then I'll have a go at giving up, but... that day hasn't happened yet. I still love it so much.