Takes more than that
As much as I want to rant/rave and otherwise lament the tragic circumstances that have engulfed me this week, I will not. It only gives them more power. I will only say that I have epicly and utterly kicked one of them in its ass in a moment of defiant stubborness quite unlike my normal self. It was refreshing and a tad scary. I can be a real fucker when I wanna be.
I have decided to not eat out anymore. This was the next inevitable stage after my decision to avoid the worst of the fast food chains that litter the area where I work in an effort (or guise of an effort) to eat healthier. I have given myself a strict budget for food each month and must make all my own meals now. Last night I made enough tasty soup to last me almost two weeks which I am extremely smug about. I even... wow, you may wanna sit down for this... bought a bottle of wine (it was for the soup) which I am going to finish off by... drinking it. I'm sure that going nearly a decade with only the occasional alcoholic beverage imbided (weddings, events, etc) has dropped my tolerance for fermented drink considerably. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm doing this for the health benefits wine can bestow but I know the real reason is just to do it cause I find it to be an act out of kilter with how I see myself. It's a way of thinking I'm trying to foster more.
I've noticed that all of my best ideas occur to me while I'm in the shower. I think i've said this before: I think best in the shower. Weird.