Tuesday, December 28, 2004
This will be the last sober post for the next 24hrs...
Dude.
I just spent three days in Chanute, Kansas. I wasn't planning on seeing the family over the holidays, but my grandfather was just diagnosed with lung cancer and I really felt I should go down there for both him and my mom. Her mom died about this time last year (also from smoking related causes), and it's been kinda tough.
Note: This isn't a plea for pity, just statin' facts, folks. There will be severe repercussions for anyone who takes this as an opportunity to lecture me about my nicotine habit. Yeah, cigarettes kill. I fucking know already. Shut up.
Anyway, I'm glad I went down there, but it's been a pretty brutal time. The combination of not wanting to smoke around my Ma with all the additional stress meant I wanted to smoke all the fucking time. I was nic-fitting every five minutes, when I normally don't even smoke that much during the day. I kept sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to grab a few drags in the bushes behind the garage. Cool. Oh, so very cool.
I just go home a few hours ago, except I didn't actually get home. The flight from Kansas City was late, arriving at Midway at 10:30pm. The flight was full, requiring the checking of luggage, which further required waiting for luggage. Which meant that I made it back to work, yes WORK at 11:30 pm, exactly half an hour before I started the midnight-5:30am shift.
I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm a little fussy, I am way too fucking sober, and I have one cigarette to last me the rest of my shift. I'm emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and...As I may have mentioned...SOBER. I intend to change the latter as soon as humanly possible.
So here's the plan for today.
5:30am: Get off work
5:40am: Get home
5:45am: Start pounding Ouzo (Thank you WNEP Xmas party grab bag!)
Sometime between 6-7:30am: Pass out
2ish, maybe 3ish: Wake up, go to the bar by Starbucks where I can almost pick up their WiFi link, start drinking whilst surfing the net.
5pm: Start calling people to come drink with me/have sex with me.
9pm: (Should I lack adequate drinking/fucking partners) Go to Elbo Room. Find someone to have sex with me.
It should be noted that I have a meeting with my boss on Thursday, and I have absolutely nothing ready for the meeting. Guess what? Nothing's getting done.
Nothing except me getting drunk as a wombat and forgetting I have a family that loves me.
I just spent three days in Chanute, Kansas. I wasn't planning on seeing the family over the holidays, but my grandfather was just diagnosed with lung cancer and I really felt I should go down there for both him and my mom. Her mom died about this time last year (also from smoking related causes), and it's been kinda tough.
Note: This isn't a plea for pity, just statin' facts, folks. There will be severe repercussions for anyone who takes this as an opportunity to lecture me about my nicotine habit. Yeah, cigarettes kill. I fucking know already. Shut up.
Anyway, I'm glad I went down there, but it's been a pretty brutal time. The combination of not wanting to smoke around my Ma with all the additional stress meant I wanted to smoke all the fucking time. I was nic-fitting every five minutes, when I normally don't even smoke that much during the day. I kept sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night to grab a few drags in the bushes behind the garage. Cool. Oh, so very cool.
I just go home a few hours ago, except I didn't actually get home. The flight from Kansas City was late, arriving at Midway at 10:30pm. The flight was full, requiring the checking of luggage, which further required waiting for luggage. Which meant that I made it back to work, yes WORK at 11:30 pm, exactly half an hour before I started the midnight-5:30am shift.
I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm a little fussy, I am way too fucking sober, and I have one cigarette to last me the rest of my shift. I'm emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and...As I may have mentioned...SOBER. I intend to change the latter as soon as humanly possible.
So here's the plan for today.
5:30am: Get off work
5:40am: Get home
5:45am: Start pounding Ouzo (Thank you WNEP Xmas party grab bag!)
Sometime between 6-7:30am: Pass out
2ish, maybe 3ish: Wake up, go to the bar by Starbucks where I can almost pick up their WiFi link, start drinking whilst surfing the net.
5pm: Start calling people to come drink with me/have sex with me.
9pm: (Should I lack adequate drinking/fucking partners) Go to Elbo Room. Find someone to have sex with me.
It should be noted that I have a meeting with my boss on Thursday, and I have absolutely nothing ready for the meeting. Guess what? Nothing's getting done.
Nothing except me getting drunk as a wombat and forgetting I have a family that loves me.
# posted by Karla : 11:04 PM
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