After not writing for so long, it gets hard to know where to start, so this may end up a little disjointed by the time I'm done.
I'm knitting again. Boyfriend and I have decided that it's time for both of us to quit smoking (Well, I decided it was time for me to quit smoking, and he shocked me by offering to quit as well). Long experience has taught me that my smoking habit is not chemical, it's tactile. Smoking is what I do when I don't have anything to occupy my hands. I once quite for three days without really noticing because I pulled my playstation out of storage and spent a long weekend playing Final Fantasy X without buying cigarettes first. So, Monday, August the 24th, I'm going to quit smoking. And so will the boyfriend. And I'd better have something to keep my hands busy for that first three days with no smokes and no work, so -- knitting! And blogging. Fingers that are typing or tying yarn into knots can't hold cigarettes.
Blogging will also exercise the brain. Sometimes I feel like I've been asleep for the last five years. I haven't written anything in at least that long; these days I spend a lot of time looking at blank pages/screens, then giving up and going to have a snack (which is another problem, that not smoking will probably not help, but anyways). I miss the time in my life when everything suggested poetry to me.
For now, the cats are whining and I have a weeks' worth of cleaning to do after getting back from my vacation in Montreal, so I'll get to it.
But I'm back.
I'm knitting again. Boyfriend and I have decided that it's time for both of us to quit smoking (Well, I decided it was time for me to quit smoking, and he shocked me by offering to quit as well). Long experience has taught me that my smoking habit is not chemical, it's tactile. Smoking is what I do when I don't have anything to occupy my hands. I once quite for three days without really noticing because I pulled my playstation out of storage and spent a long weekend playing Final Fantasy X without buying cigarettes first. So, Monday, August the 24th, I'm going to quit smoking. And so will the boyfriend. And I'd better have something to keep my hands busy for that first three days with no smokes and no work, so -- knitting! And blogging. Fingers that are typing or tying yarn into knots can't hold cigarettes.
Blogging will also exercise the brain. Sometimes I feel like I've been asleep for the last five years. I haven't written anything in at least that long; these days I spend a lot of time looking at blank pages/screens, then giving up and going to have a snack (which is another problem, that not smoking will probably not help, but anyways). I miss the time in my life when everything suggested poetry to me.
For now, the cats are whining and I have a weeks' worth of cleaning to do after getting back from my vacation in Montreal, so I'll get to it.
But I'm back.
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