what happens when you hesitate.
you post something you've written a few days ago.
yesterday morning, almost out the door: i'm dressed in creased cotton slacks and my hands are clean. i kiss the cats goodbye and pull open the fridge door, thinking that i'll just grab the soymilk and go.
not so much.
gordon (cat #2) jumps and stares as fridge makes strange cracking sound. bottom shelf falls off of the fridge, onto the floor, and an unopened 32 ounce jar of minced garlic falls from it. our kitchen floor is made of beautiful stone tiles, so the jar breaks on contact. 32 ounces (that's two pints of raw garlic) of tiny garlic chunks and juice spread quickly outward in all directions, sweeping along tiny shards of glass.
even after garlic-smash debacle, i have not smoked a cigarette. in fact, i have not smoked a cigarette in 19 days.
they say alcoholics are always alcoholics, taking it one day at a time for the rest of their lives, constantly occupied by not drinking. i think it might be like that for me with the cigarettes. i keep telling myself to just get through the day. it's not very glamorous, but then again, neither is smoking. that's why i'm quitting, the lack of glamour and the death.
yesterday morning, almost out the door: i'm dressed in creased cotton slacks and my hands are clean. i kiss the cats goodbye and pull open the fridge door, thinking that i'll just grab the soymilk and go.
not so much.
gordon (cat #2) jumps and stares as fridge makes strange cracking sound. bottom shelf falls off of the fridge, onto the floor, and an unopened 32 ounce jar of minced garlic falls from it. our kitchen floor is made of beautiful stone tiles, so the jar breaks on contact. 32 ounces (that's two pints of raw garlic) of tiny garlic chunks and juice spread quickly outward in all directions, sweeping along tiny shards of glass.
even after garlic-smash debacle, i have not smoked a cigarette. in fact, i have not smoked a cigarette in 19 days.
they say alcoholics are always alcoholics, taking it one day at a time for the rest of their lives, constantly occupied by not drinking. i think it might be like that for me with the cigarettes. i keep telling myself to just get through the day. it's not very glamorous, but then again, neither is smoking. that's why i'm quitting, the lack of glamour and the death.
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