Dryvember Day Sixteen Wrong Socks

Anyone who walks for long periods of time knows the importance of good shoes and socks. Well, on Dryvember day sixteen I had the right shoes, but I had the wrong socks. And it’s totally my fault. I know these socks suck and I should just throw them away, but I always forget. Why am I talking about socks? Because I have blisters on my feet after my long walk today. These blisters are the result of wearing the wrong socks.

What makes these socks wrong? Well, they’re too thin. Basically, I might as well wear toilet paper instead of socks. That’s how effective they are. In fact, I am throwing them away now before I forget. How do I know it’s the socks and not the shoes? After all, isn’t it the shoes that usually cause blisters? Or is it the socks? Well according to the University of Utah it’s actually friction. This friction seems to be from how our feet slide against our shoes. And thin socks can cause more friction. So there, you go. It was the socks that helped these blisters come into existence. Stupid thin socks. I hate them.

Aside from the blisters, today has been better than yesterday and the day before. I got some good sleep last night, and had a relaxing morning. Sure, I put off doing grading papers, but that’s what Sundays are for.

And the walk was lovely. The weather was cool today, and misty. It had the character of one of those days where rain approaches but never actually comes. Furthermore, the air quality was good; it’s been pretty foul recently.

The picture shows a statue of Ant-Man from the movie that I saw on Dryvember day sixteen as I cried about wearing the wrong socks.

Plus, I came across this statue of Ant-Man, and I couldn’t resist taking a picture. So yeah, not a bad Dryvember day sixteen despite the the wrong socks.

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Dryvember Day Fifteen Anxiety Paralysis

On this Dryvember Day Fifteen, I find myself suffering from anxiety paralysis. I have a lot of stuff to do. Yet, I just can’t start. There are a few reasons for this that I can think of. One, the semester has reached its midpoint, and that is always a stressful time. I have papers to read, and the students are starting to feel the crunch. It’s a stressful and awful time for everyone involved.

Secondly, I am still in the process of trying to book my flight home. I can’t do it myself because I can’t use my Chinese bank card for such things. To further complicate things, I haven’t been able to transfer money to my US account. However, I can have my work book the ticket for me, which they are. The problem, though, is waiting for them to do it. And Tom Petty said it best when he said ‘The waiting is the hardest part.’

Beyond those things, though, there is a spelling bee happening at the university. We’ve known about it since before the semester started, but the school hasn’t been very forthcoming with details. I’ve been trying to prepare my students the best I can, but it’s been like shooting in the dark. Well, today, they finally gave us some real information, and for that I am appreciative. However, the competition is next week, which doesn’t leave a whole lot of time to prepare. Plus I have to coordinate with a colleague to create the list. All of that is fine, but it would be nice to have a little bit more time.

What really bums me out about the spelling bee, though, is I have to be there for the final round.

Dryvember Day Fifteen Breathing Through Anxiety Paralysis

See, the first round takes place in class. That’s great. I love it. I mean, I hate this whole spelling bee business, but I can handle having to do it in class. But, I hate the idea of having to co-moderate it in front of the whole school, or at least a large portion of it. My students embarrassing me doesn’t concern me. I’m sure they’ll do fine. I just don’t like the whole idea. It freaks me out. Anyone who’s had to stand in front of a large crowd of people who barely speak your language can understand what I’m talking about. Hell, anyone who’s had to stand in front of a large crowd can understand it.

It would be one thing if I just had to be there to watch and support my students. I would happily do that. but, having to moderate and judge gives me a sinking feeling in my chest. I know it will be fine, but until then I will just keep breathing.

The anxiety paralysis I’m feeling on Dryvember day fifteen has me fully in its clutches. I have one more class to teach today, and then it’s off for comfort pizza. I should work on grading papers tonight, but that will wait until tomorrow. My headspace is barely in a spot for me to think about teaching my class. And, I already taught a version of it earlier today.

Deep breaths, Ian. And pizza. Those will help. As will finally watching The Mandalorian.

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Dryvember Day Fourteen: Doing Our Best

So yeah, I missed a day on this blog, but I didn’t miss a day of sobriety, meaning Dryvember day fourteen is fourteen days sober. Why did I miss yesterday? I’d like to say I had some great reason like I was being intimate with someone. Or, that I won a million dollars and was poring over how to spend my money. Sadly, it was neither of those things, or anything more interesting. No, I missed yesterday because I was tired. And, a little angry.

I don’t know what I was angry about, but it I was. Probably because I was tired. Yesterday wasn’t a bad day, but I did feel lightheaded. In fact, for a moment, I thought I ‘d caught some bug from my students. Dizziness and vertigo followed me throughout the day. Thankfully, after getting some sleep, I no longer feel that way. Oh, and I finally took a picture of this lobster statue I walk by almost every day. It’s so cute and weird. A perfect thing to help me smile on Dryvember day fourteen.

The image shows a weird lobster statue with big cartoon eyes that made me smile on dryvember day fourteen

Something else that probably contributed to my mood yesterday was something I saw on Twitter. As 2019 winds down, many people are asking “What have you achieved over the decade.” Now, there’s nothing inherently wrong with this question. I hope everyone feels that they have achieved great things, and are proud of their accomplishments. However, I also think that questions like this have a built in shame factor, intended or not.

Dryvember Day Fourteen: We’re All on A Different Journey

By posing this question, people are automatically setting up comparisons. We immediately engage imposter syndrome and feelings of inadequacy. This leads to responses like, “I don’t know what I’ve accomplished,” and “Nothing, this decade has been a waste.” Neither of those responses are healthy or helpful.

I do think it’s important that we take stock of ourselves and reflect. But, I also think that there are healthier ways to do it. If you want to look back on a time frame to see what you’ve done, do it. Shine the light on your accomplishments and failures. But, don’t feel bad for not reaching as many goals as you would have liked. Don’t feel bad if you aren’t where you want to be, but it seems like others are.

We are all on a different journey. Life is hard enough without comparing our successes to others’ and vice-versa. And you know what, if you’re alive right now, that ain’t nothing. Seriously. The past decade has had its ups and downs, but the past few years have been full of shit. If you’ve somehow managed to get through the daily slog of Trump and corruption and kids in cages and everything else, you deserve a pat on the back.

We’re Alive and That Ain’t Nothing

You’re alive, and that’s HUGE! It also means that you can keep working and striving. It’s tough. You won’t always succeed. Sometimes, you’ll fail spectacularly. We all do. Hell, I failed this week.

I wanted to finish a story for submission, but I missed the deadline. That upset me, which is maybe another reason why I was mad yesterday. But, I will learn from this failure, and keep trying. I’ll finish the story and then I’ll have one ready when the next opportunity to submit comes along.

Stress runs our lives a lot of the time, and stress is a killer. There are ways to beat stress, but there are also ways to increase it. One of the most effective ways to increase stress, and therefore your chances of an early death, is the Internet. The Internet loves to make us feel shitty and small. It feeds off our anxieties like vultures on a corpse. And it will always do that if we let it. Sometimes we will let it, but if we focus on limiting those times, we’ll be happier. More than that, we’ll have more time to work on accomplishing the things we want.

Dryvember Day Fourteen: The Effort is Worth It

Reaching our goals is not easy. If it were, everyone would. However, the effort is worth it. So, keep striving. Keep creating. Keep learning. Look at what you’ve done and be proud. Tell people about it. Sing your own praises, and sing the praises of your friends. But, please, don’t let others make you feel bad because it seems like they did more than you. So what if they did. We’re not the Grasshopper and the Ant. We’re humans.

Anyway, I love you and hope you had and continue to have many successes, and that you learn from your mistakes. That’s really all any of us can do. Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.

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Dryvember Day Eleven: I Don’t Like Mushrooms

I have never liked mushrooms, but in the interest of trying something new on Dryvember day eleven, I decided to cook some up. Actually, I decided a few days ago that would give mushrooms another go. Why? Well, in my spare time I like to look at recipes for food I will never make or eat. Shut up, we all have our weird past times. Besides, I know I’m not the only one who does this.

As I was scrolling through a variety of recipes, I stumbled upon a mushroom and garlic one. It sounded pretty good, so I figured I’d give something like it a try. Now, to be clear, I didn’t make this recipe. I just used it as a base guideline. See, the thing I dislike about mushrooms is the sliminess, so I was looking for a way to avoid that. Over the weekend, I bought some mushrooms and butter, but forgot the garlic.

Today, I went back to the store and got some garlic for the purpose of adding it to my butter sauteed mushrooms. Well that, and it’s just nice to have garlic in the house even if it doesn’t keep vampires away.

But, I hear you asking, why bother with mushrooms if you don’t like them? That’s a good question, and the only answer I have is our tastes change. I didn’t use to like curry and now I love it. I figured I may as well give mushrooms another chance.

Following the basic instructions of the recipe, I heated them up and listened to them sizzle. Then I added some onions and yellow bell pepper. All of these I cooked without oil or butter. I was a little worried about the onions and bell pepper due to the moisture.

Dryvember Day Eleven I Do Like Mushrooms (Kind of)

Mushrooms are like sponges: They soak everything up. But, I figured if I cooked them long enough at a high enough temperature I could overcome that. After the peppers and onions and ‘shrooms had started to caramelize, I added the butter and garlic. Again, I was worried about adding moisture, this time in the form of butter. However, it worked out and the mushrooms weren’t slimy. After cooking all the veggies together, I set them aside and heated up a tortilla. Then I put the mushroom mix on the tortilla, added cheese, and made a quesadilla.

Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with my convection. The mushrooms weren’t slimy, but they still tasted like mushrooms (of course). The cheese and the garlic helped, but then cheese and garlic usually help. I won’t say I created my new favorite dish on Dryvember day eleven, but I didn’t hate it. So, now I can say that I am starting to gain an appreciation for mushrooms, even if I still don’t really enjoy them.

I would probably make it again, but only once in a blue moon. I meant to take a picture of it before I ate it, but I forgot. And that’s why I don’t have an Instagram account.

After the meal, I had a Bundaberg Blood Orange sparkling drink because I was craving something sweet after all that savory food. The drink was delicious. I got two of them at the store this weekend, but I should have got more.

The image shows a bottle of Bundaberg blood orange sparkling drink, which I drank after eating my mushroom concoction on Dryvember day eleven.

What are your thoughts on mushrooms? Like em? Love em? Hate em? Let me know in the comments. Oh, and if you have any good or interesting recipes to share, drop them as well. They don’t have to be mushroom related.

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Dryvember Day Ten: Lazy Day of No Drinking

And now marks Dryvember day ten, a day on which I did very little. More importantly, I felt good about doing very little. Of course, I’ll probably be singing a different tune tomorrow. But for now, I am happy to have wasted my day watching the San Jose Sharks play their best game of the season. And, I am happy to have messed around on the Internet, done some writing, and taking a me day.

While I was a blithering emotional wreck yesterday, today was much more serene. I’m not sure if that was a product of all the cathartic crying I did yesterday, or something else. If I had to guess, I would say it was all the crying. I didn’t sleep much last night, so I know it’s not that I felt well rested. Whatever caused it, I’m glad I felt better today, and I hope the feeling continues.

Now, when I say, I felt better, I don’t mean I felt great. There was still some residual emotional drainage from yesterday, and there were a few moments today where I beat myself up for not being more productive. But, I told those thoughts to go to hell and leave me be. And in a happy, if rare, turn of events, it worked.

I’m sleepy today, and look forward to getting lots of good sleep tonight. I hope I can. My plan for tomorrow morning is to wake up early, do some lesson planning, and enjoy my time before going to work. Keep your fingers crossed that I can make it happen.

All in all it was a relaxing day, even if I wasted most of it and didn’t go outside I deserve to treat myself right, and that’s how I spent Dryvember day ten. Thank you for reading.

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Dryvember Day Nine: My Emotions!

Let me tell you, dear readers, Dryvember day nine has been emotional. It started fine. I slept in, had some real coffee, and watched some old Penny Dreadful episodes. Then, at around noon a little bit of creeping malaise began to settle in. I figured it was probably because I was just lounging around in bed not doing anything. So, I decided to get up and get moving. That took a little bit of time, but eventually I was out of the house and listening to the Film Reroll. For those who don’t know, it’s a podcast where they role play through movies and it’s delightful.

Today’s episode was Practical Magic, a movie I’ve never seen. And you know what, it didn’t matter that I hadn’t seen it because the cast is so skilled and entertaining that I knew what was happening. Besides, they always change the movies anyways, so even if I had seen it, it wouldn’t have been the same. Well, let me tell you, this episode was quite the emotional roller coaster. More than a few time, I found myself crying as I wandered down the streets of Jinan. These weren’t tears of sadness, or of joy, really. Rather, they were tears of release. I think I’ve been keeping in a lot of stress lately without too many places to put it.

Feeling the Stress on Dryvember Day Nine

Sure, I talk about it here a little bit, but there’s only so much catharsis blogging can offer up. Part of the problem, I think, is that many of my days begin at 8am and finish at 6pm. Granted, I don’t work those hours straight through, but they do limit the amount of free time I have. It’s hard to go for an afternoon walk when you work 2pm-6pm. And yeah, I could go for an evening stroll, but by that time I’m hungry and have to start getting ready for the next day.

Now, I know I am not special in this regard. Everyone works too much and doesn’t have enough time. So, on one hand I am sorry for complaining, but on the other I need to get this out. It is what it is, and I hope it doesn’t make me sound whiny or entitled or anything. I have it relatively easy compared to a lot of others. I know that.

Also, I think I’m just feeling lonely. I don’t really have any friends here. You think it’s hard to make friends after you reach a certain age? Try it in a country where you don’t speak the language. Again, this is what I signed up for, and I am not complaining. I am, however, just explaining what’s on my mind.

But, got some cheese from the foreign goods store, and that makes me happy. And, I found a “Pocket Park” in Jinan, which put a smile on my face. I must have looked quite the sight to anyone who saw me, smiling with tears in my eyes, looking at this little park. Oh, emotions are such strange things.

The image shows a pocket park, which I saw on Dryvember Day nine as I wandered through Jinan, crying.
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Homer Simpson Said It So I Won’t

All of these feeling probably have something to do with Dryvember, not just day nine. Funny thing, that alcohol: it acts as a depressant when you use it, but hey when you aren’t using it, too!. Awesome. Why would anyone ever start/stop it?

I joke, but only a little. I realize I probably sound down in this blog post, and I am a little. But, I’m doing all right, really. In fact, I’m doing pretty well. And now I am off to work on revising a story I hope to submit to a contest on Friday.

Wish me luck, and thanks for reading. Have a wonderful period of waking.

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Dryvember Day Eight Too Much Coffee, Dudes

Dryvember day eight will be a a short post? Why? Well, not much happened today, it’s late in the evening, and it’s my post. First things first, I’ve had too much coffee today. In the form of sugary 3 in 1. I am not the biggest fan of 3 in 1 instant mix because they are too sugary and lack a kick.

Case in point:

The image shows Arabus, a  3 in 1 coffee drink I had five packets of on Dryvember day eight.

I had give 100 grams packets of this stuff today, and I’m barely feeling it. I don’t feel wired or jittery. Hell, I don’t even feel the need to rush to the toilet to attend to some business. No, all these things did for me on Dryvember day eight was ensure an increase in my sugar intake.

Why was I drinking 3 in 1 coffee? Well, because I went to the bank yesterday, I didn’t have time to go shopping. This is relevant because I was out of regular coffee. So, when I bought those wasabi chips I ate last night, I picked this up, too. Lesson learned; I won’t be buying these again anytime soon. Never fear, though, I got some real coffee today. I mean it’s still instant, but it’s just coffee, and soon I can be back to acting like Too Much Coffee Man.

I felt good today, though. Sleeping nine and half hours last night had me feeling refreshed and invigorated. The only real bummer of the day was when some foreign teachers (white like me) kind of shamed me for buying Pizza Hut. They saw me coming home during the lunch break and commented on my Pizza Hut bag. I don’t know if they were being dicks, but it sure felt like they were. Whatever. I’m not going to let it bother me.

That’s Dryvember day eight. Thanks for reading.

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Dryvember Day Seven Chinese Banking Annoys

Dryvember day seven brings you tales of Chinese banking, and the hoops we have to jump through. I’m going to go on a little rant here, but it really wasn’t all that bad. In fact, today was probably the most painless trip I’ve taken to a bank since I arrived her. Why is that? Well, because I didn’t do any actual banking.

For context: I’ve been trying to purchase my plane ticket home for the holidays. I want to use Delta because I want the skymiles. Don’t judge me. Anyway, I found the flight and tried to book it. Everything went swell until it came time to enter my card information. See, I want to use my Chinese card, but I didn’t know how to put in the mailing address. Strike one.

So, I contacted my liaison here at the university and asked if she could help. She gave the thumbs up and things started looking up. Ball one! I visited her office, and got to the same point I had before, and then STRIKE TWO! she couldn’t get it to work either.

Then, we decided to go to the bank itself and see what the billing address was. Maybe it was different from the school’s address, we thought. We considered that maybe there was a special way to input the address that we didn’t know about. So, off we went to the bank. It’s not far from the school.

Dryvember Day Seven Chinese Banking Cashless Option

At the bank we were dismayed to discover that only credit cards receive billing addresses, not debit cards. Can you guess which one I have? That would have been strike three, but my liaison wasn’t finished. She suggested I use the Alipay app (a popular e-commerce app in China), and I agreed. That third strike was a foul tip instead. We returned to her office and tried again.

Well, this time, dear readers I got strike three and was out. Yes, I can use alipay. And I can use it to buy plane tickets. Or rather, I would be able to if I were a Chinese national resident. But, as I am just a white man in a non-white world I can’t. Actually, my whiteness has nothing to do with it. It’s just that I am not a Chinese national.

So, we discussed other options, such as giving her the money and then she will buy the ticket. That is probably what I will end up doing. Or, I might do what I usually do and have my company buy the ticket and then garnish my wages. Either option is fine, but I want more control over my purchases. If I want to buy a plane ticket, I want to have that ability without asking someone else. But, such is the life of a foreigner in China (and other places, too I imagine.)

Not a Bad Day Just A Little Frustrating

Aside from these disappointing Chinese banking escapades Dryvember Day seven went well enough. I woke up early and enjoyed some coffee. I taught my classes, though in one class I taught them something they won’t need to know for a while. Why did I do that? I didn’t pay attention when I was planning and presented the future perfect passive rather than just the future simple passive. In my defense, the heading read: future and present perfect passive, so my mind combined them. Silly me. Oh well, it won’t hurt the students to know this.

So now I am at home, eating junk food and winding down. I worked on my short story a little today during office hours, which made me feel good. I am glad tomorrow’s Friday. No, I won’t be drinking, but at least the weekend will have arrived.

Oh, and yay me for making it through the first seven days of dry November without succumbing to the booze monster. Sure, I’ve eaten my share of sugary snacks over the course of the past week. But, that’s nothing new. Besides, I’m not doing this experiment for my physical health, though that’s a bonus. Rather, I’m staying dry this month for my mental health. And, despite today’s shenanigans, I’m doing pretty well on that front.

The shop on the school sells these delicious beasts. They’re terrible for me, I know, but I don’t care. They’re tasty as heck.

The image shows a bag of Lay's wasabi flavored potato chips which is what I am eating on Dryvember day seven after dealing with Chinese banking

Thanks for reading, and let me know what’s up with you in the comments.

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Dryvember Day Six: Thinks About Drinks

So far my Dryvember posts I have just kind of described my days, but day six will be a little different. Yes, I will still inform you of how my day went and all that jazz. But, I think I will also explore how all of this is making me feel. Describe my emotional state, as it were.

To start, though? How was my day? Thankfully, it started off well and continued that way. Although, I did remember that today is the two year anniversary of my dog’s death. Remembering that made me sad. He was a good Boston terrier, and too young. We had to put him down because of a brain tumor. He was incontinent, incognizant, and on his way out. It was a mercy killing, but it hurt. It still does. Anyway, enough of that noise. He was a good and stinky dog. I will always miss him.

Still the rest of the day went well. I taught my classes, made my students laugh, and the Sharks won. Victory all around.

And yet…during my last lesson I had a think about drinking. The desire to run to the market and get some wine or beer or Scotch as soon as class was over filled me. I could almost see myself making the trip and enjoying my beverages. I could also see myself writing a blog post very different to this one. After all, I couldn’t call it Dryvember Day Six now could I?

Never fear, dear reader, I did not succumb to the siren call of alcohol. Though, I suppose you wouldn’t know if I had. I could be lying about it, I suppose. But that would break the reader blogger trust bond, and I have no interest in that.

Dryvember Day Six Brought Me A Cute Puppy Picture

The picture shows a sleeping puppy pug, which is the picture my sister sent me for Dryvember Day Six
My sister sent me this pic of her cute Pug pupper.

So I suppose I must consider the ‘why’ of wanting to drink. The easy answer is why not? I mean, I’m doing this no drink month thing mostly as a challenge to myself. So what if I fail? Who have I let down other than myself? Well, no one really, except for those following along and offering support. I see you, and I appreciate you.

Another possible answer is because it’s been a nearly a week since I last imbibed, and milestones like this are always something. My brain and my body might be starting to realize they won’t be getting and delicious poison this weekend, or for the next few weekends. Armed with that knowledge, they are striking out the only way they know how: creating cravings! Those sly bastards.

A third possibility is that I was thinking about how bored I was going to be after class. I’ve written about it before, but boredom is probably my number one enemy when it comes to changing my habits. I am sure that’s true for many people, but I know it’s true for me. While I stood in class waiting for my students to finish the task I assigned them, my mind wandered. And the path it found was the Road of Booze. The few moments I spent mentally walking down that path were glorious.

Success is Mine, and Voyager 2’s

But, you know what was more glorious? Coming out of that reverie, continuing class, and then coming home after work to some nice tea. I encountered my first real obstacle this Dryvember, and it came on day six. That’s not too bad if you ask me. What’s even better is that I overcame it without much trouble.

I am still on board with this endeavor, and I am steeling myself for further incidents such as today’s. But, I feel good mentally and physically. I’m still tired, but I’ve managed to get more and better sleep these past few days. All in all, I am proud of my efforts and accomplishments thus far.

Now, if only I could clean my room. Thanks for reading.

Oh, and Voyager 2 entered interstellar space. It’s journey is not relevant to mine, but it’s cool nonetheless.

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Dryvember Day Five: Guy Fawkes is Nonsense

And here I am approaching the end of Dryvember day 5 and thinking about how Guy Fawkes is nonsense. Why? Put simply, the man was a religious terrorist, and that doesn’t fly with me. He wanted to blow up the House of Lords and kill King James I. Why? Because he and the others involved in the Gunpowder plot wanted to start a Catholic Revolution and install a Catholic leader to the crown. Everyone involved were traitorous would be murderers. They can go right to hell.

Also, the plot gave us that damn Remember, remember the fifth of November junk, repeated by so many people because it sounds cool. Sorry to those of you who say it because you know the historical context. And when Alan Moore put it in V for Vendetta, I have no doubt he knew what it was. I don’t know why I have such a visceral reaction to Guy Fawkes, but I always have, and Dryvember day five is no exception. It might have something to do with idolizing religious terrorists. Or, it could be that so much of the imagery associated with this murderous plot has become hipster gobbledygook to me.

Again, I apologize to any who just want to have some fun on this day. I am not trying to kill your joy; it’s just not for me.

What Else Can I Say About Dryvember Day Five and Guy Fawkes?

My 16:10-18:00 class once again struggled with the material. It’s looking more and more like it’s too tough for them and I have to make more adjustments.

A Chinese teacher I have never seen asked me if I had a class in the only building I ever have class in. I said yet. He asked if i was sure. I then told him I have class there everyday. I felt kind of like a dick, but come on. The best, though, was when a student also in the elevator say good morning to me. As far as micro-aggressions go, it wasn’t bad, or even all that notable. It was annoying. I can’t imagine what it’s like for people who have to deal with actual micro-aggressions on a daily basis.

Oh, and I forgot my textbook for my morning class. Luckily my colleague, who also teaches a version of that class, let me borrow his. Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. That would not have been a great way to begin the morning..

Oh, and I scraped the story I started a couple days ago. I kept the file, but I am not going to use those words. Better inspiration struck, so I had to follow it. It does stink to lose those 1,500 words I wrote previously, but that’s how these things go sometimes

The image shows a can of lemon sparkling water, which was my beverage for Dryvember Day Five Guy Fawkes instead of alcohol

Oh, and I had a can of that lemon soda water featured above. It stinks. It’s very chemically lemon and not very sparkling. Luckily, I didn’t pay much for it.

Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings

I felt pretty good today, despite some hiccups. Though, I will say that I felt a little stressed and irrationally angry. Both are probably a result on working, but also knowing that this upcoming weekend will be booze free. And sure, it’s only Tuesday, but it’s never too late to look forward to the weekend. But, when the weekends usually involve indulging in alcohol, not having that option is a bit of a let down. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. In the meantime, I have writing to do and tea to drink.

So that’s it for Dryvember day five, and remember, remember, Guy Fawkes is nonsense.

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