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I hate the chairs at the library. Backs are not perfectly straight. Nor are asses squared. Chairs should be back- and ass-shaped.
But anyway, I think I'm gonna have a detox week after all the college kids leave. I've had two really bad experiences with residual intoxication recently, so I think it's time to let my system get over it a bit. This is how my detox week will be...
No:
-weed, or drugs of similar nature.
-cigarettes.
-alcohol.
-coffee. (When it gets to the point where it takes four shots of esspresso to make me a decent human being, it's time to slow down on the coffee.)
-high fructose corn syrup. (Just because it's evil.)
Minimal:
-caffeine. (Tea only.)
-artificial products, colors, or flavoring in foods.
Lots of:
-water. (Eight cups a day at least.)
-ginko biloba. (Primarily in tea, to try and assuge some of the memory problems of heavy marijuana useage, which are starting to be a problem at work.)
-vegetables, fruit, and juice.
Come to think of it, I'll probably develop a menu of really healthy organic type foods and stick to it for a week. Lots of fish. Might be a heavy-ish shopping bill, but it's worth it.
I'm gonna try and start this regime when I have a day or two off, so that I can get myself on the right track without having to worry about being somewhere.
This isn't permanent. I'm not quitting drinking, smoking, etc., but I feel like it's a good idea to take a breather every now and again. Particularly after the eve of the first, when after barely a bowl of weed I was hanging on by my fingernails to sanity. Seriously. Problematic. This only a day or two after that little-girl-screaming moment.
But the day after my brush with crazy, I had a realization which pretty much settled the moment of doubt I was having about my gender. I worked out a way to be comfortable with my hips and the fact that even when I start taking T (not really in question at this point), I will still have my hips and I will still be slightly femme-shaped. I remembered that I LOVE ANDROGENY. And I like the idea of people not really being able to tell if I'm a guy or a girl. Looking twice and trying not to stare as they look for boobs. I want them to come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, male, but I want them to think about it first. And my hips will work quite well for that.
::tee-hee wriggle::
I just hope that sticks. Just call me The Fluxuator.
In other news, there's a cute geeky boy across the table from me at another computer. I'm very into the cute geeks lately.
But anyway, I think I'm gonna have a detox week after all the college kids leave. I've had two really bad experiences with residual intoxication recently, so I think it's time to let my system get over it a bit. This is how my detox week will be...
No:
-weed, or drugs of similar nature.
-cigarettes.
-alcohol.
-coffee. (When it gets to the point where it takes four shots of esspresso to make me a decent human being, it's time to slow down on the coffee.)
-high fructose corn syrup. (Just because it's evil.)
Minimal:
-caffeine. (Tea only.)
-artificial products, colors, or flavoring in foods.
Lots of:
-water. (Eight cups a day at least.)
-ginko biloba. (Primarily in tea, to try and assuge some of the memory problems of heavy marijuana useage, which are starting to be a problem at work.)
-vegetables, fruit, and juice.
Come to think of it, I'll probably develop a menu of really healthy organic type foods and stick to it for a week. Lots of fish. Might be a heavy-ish shopping bill, but it's worth it.
I'm gonna try and start this regime when I have a day or two off, so that I can get myself on the right track without having to worry about being somewhere.
This isn't permanent. I'm not quitting drinking, smoking, etc., but I feel like it's a good idea to take a breather every now and again. Particularly after the eve of the first, when after barely a bowl of weed I was hanging on by my fingernails to sanity. Seriously. Problematic. This only a day or two after that little-girl-screaming moment.
But the day after my brush with crazy, I had a realization which pretty much settled the moment of doubt I was having about my gender. I worked out a way to be comfortable with my hips and the fact that even when I start taking T (not really in question at this point), I will still have my hips and I will still be slightly femme-shaped. I remembered that I LOVE ANDROGENY. And I like the idea of people not really being able to tell if I'm a guy or a girl. Looking twice and trying not to stare as they look for boobs. I want them to come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, male, but I want them to think about it first. And my hips will work quite well for that.
::tee-hee wriggle::
I just hope that sticks. Just call me The Fluxuator.
In other news, there's a cute geeky boy across the table from me at another computer. I'm very into the cute geeks lately.