NaBloPoMo’09: No Good, Very Bad Day

So, after the feeling of general cruddiness wears off from being sick, and the full effect of “holy shit, I’m really doing it: after 9 years of regular cigarette-smoking, I have been nicotine free for 11 days” kicks in, life is pretty shit-sandwichy.

I’m cranky about everything.  The cat is crying, but doesn’t want to be petted or picked up? Kick it in the kidney!  You broke a nail? Pull the rest of your fakies off – screw them if they don’t want to stay on!  Your chin is breaking out? Dig the offending blemish out: that will show that damn skin not to break out again!

Of course, I’m sure the other things I’m angry about and not mentioning here are valid things to be angry about, but they are liberally peppered with neurons that are full-blown-tantruming for a nicotine fix.

NaBloPoMo’09: Bake Sale Results

The bake sale went tremendously well. After lunch, I could find nary a whoopie pie from the 24 I brought in.

NaBloPoMo’09: Getting My Jones On

Baked and baked and iced and iced for the bake sale to raise money for the Cleveland Food Bank, dying for a cigarette the whole time.

I gave into eating icing straight from the pastry bag (mmmmmaplesyrup), but not to the cigarette.  Go me!

NaBloPoMo’09: Requiem for Mudville

This afternoon, I headed west on I-90 to get down to school, Cleveland Browns Stadium was getting ready to sit thousands of fans in its belly by lighting its LED screens, welcoming fans.

Oh, we band of downtrodden rust-belt fans!  Our chorus of “This is the year” changes so quickly to the dirge of “There’s always next year”.

I certainly hope there is joy in Cleveland tonight.

NaBloPoMo’09: This Week in Motion

Well, today was a waste of a day: and I had the best of intentions.

This week, I’ll be baking for the Food Bank of Cleveland in my company’s annual bake sale.  In addition to that, I need to coordinate my department’s Secret Santa exchange (reminder: figure out what to do about lunch…), I also need to work with The Boy to get his annual Christmas party planned.

I’m just very, very glad that I am done with my group project at school.  And, I’m already registered for next semester.