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Feb. 24th, 2003 07:54 pmHome. *Exhausted.* It was in the 60s when I flew out of L.A. this morning; it is forecast to be the one of the coldest nights of the winter here in Minneapolis, maybe fifteen below. I had 217 e-mails to go through (not counting the work account), and my LJ friends list was at skip=480. I am sleep-deprived; I have no food in the house; my cat is furious with me.
Also, about three hours ago I finished the last cigarette from the pack I bought in Oxnard, and since I am now officially launching the no-more-smoking thing, I keep gently setting aside the habitual impulse of "Hey! Let's just run down to the gas station and get some cigs!" (The weather actually helps; it's too damn cold to just run down to the gas station.) I'm a little twitchy, but nothing worse than that so far.
Con report (of sorts) coming soon, but for now I'm just going to collapse into bed.
Also, about three hours ago I finished the last cigarette from the pack I bought in Oxnard, and since I am now officially launching the no-more-smoking thing, I keep gently setting aside the habitual impulse of "Hey! Let's just run down to the gas station and get some cigs!" (The weather actually helps; it's too damn cold to just run down to the gas station.) I'm a little twitchy, but nothing worse than that so far.
Con report (of sorts) coming soon, but for now I'm just going to collapse into bed.