first, i have to decide if i really care. of course i care, what am i saying? i have to decide how much feeling selfrighteous and goodygoody i can take. bad girl, remember? bad. rebellious. eschewer of advice, ever defensive of my right to habitual acts of fun/sins of omission with the cumulative effect of selfdestruction.
so i have to decide. and i haven’t yet, so don’t quote me on any of this, or harass me if i decide against deciding just yet.
but so far, a few weird things have happened, almost effortlessly. (one) water. say, 3 liters a day. (two) posture. i’ve been sitting up straight, both feet on the floor. this has everything to do with (three) breathing, and i’m doing a whole lot more of that now than i have in recent memory. hell, i’m thisclose to getting up early enough to go walk in the mornings — last two mornings i was off the sofa by 7:30, no later, which is… inexplicable.
i don’t quite know what’s happening, if i’m making it happen, or if it’s out of my hands. pretty happy about it, if that helps. but what about the beer and cigarettes? is what i wanna know.
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and in the hard to keep track of department, we have some movers and changers:
and, Eric is going to move into a new (actual) house!