Failure of the Day: There, Now; That's Better

Ooooh! October already! That's exciting! All manner of things to gear up for: NaNo, my birthday, and the End of Cigarette Days. To the end of gearing up, I have done almost exactly nothing. I have done an admirable job finally metabolizing Zyban in such a way that I'm not the world's least hip tweaker, so I guess that's something.

Pretty soon I'll need to settle in and outline this year's NaNo project, but I'm still not exactly sure what I'll write about. I have a feeling it doesn't matter what I decide to write about; what I'll really end up writing about will be cigarettes. The main requirement of Muses, I think, is that they be absent.

I don't have to actually do anything for my birthday except pick a restaurant. But that's not so easy these days. I'm not worried about breaking my diet because it's my birthday for christsake, and I'll do what I damn well please, but I have no idea if I'll be hungry by then. I haven't been hungry since I started the Zyban, and sure, that's been very convenient for me this week but it can't last forever right? I'll have to eat something eventually. (It's not actually true that I haven't eaten at all; it's more like every once and a while I remember that I like Rice Krispies, so I have some.)

But you know what freaks me out now? Pretty soon, this will be true: I don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs, and don't sleep around. Don't I sound just awful?