Monday, May 21, 2007

Awesome things that happened recently:

Fordham has my completed application for admission into their Graduate School of Business, no thanks to the tireless work of the North Carolina State University Registration and Records office, who waited two months to send my transcript over to them.
Cherry Coke.
Planning a Chicago trip!!!
Dan Deacon and Pitchfork Fest being a part of those plans.
"Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga" rocks my ass straight to heaven.
Trip to FL next weekend that I forgot about.
Dead baby jokes.
Pork chops.
The Stanton Social. Ai ai ai. So effing good.
"Karate Bear Fight"
Astoria Prosecco.
Sandals, tee shirts, etc.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that those of you who were just fucking dying to hear that Len song on the mix CD that you were supposed to have gotten in the mail two weeks ago are going to have to download it yourself. The good news is that I made a whole new mix and it's got some Rolling Stones on it. I'm listening to it right now and it's making me want to quit my job and become a dancer. Or an air-guitarist.

This time I promise to use staples. Anyone who wasn't on the original mailing, feel free to get in touch for round two.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Quitting: Part 1

First try: Received patches in the mail on Thursday night. Didn't smoke Thursday evening after I got home from work. The state sent me 14 days worth of "Step 1" patches, which are 21mg / day. That's the equivilent of 21 cigarettes a day, and I haven't smoked that much since high school. Friday morning at about 8:30 I cut the patch in half (against the advice of some posts on alt.support.stop-smoking, though the posts were five years old and there's even a mention of cutting patches in the Paper of Record if you Google hard enough) and stuck it on my shoulder. This is when I would usually have my first cigarette.

I almost immediately became noticably jumpy and had difficulty concentrating. It reminded me a lot of being on Wellbutrin (which is why I stopped taking the Wellbutrin, even though the side effects were great). No itching or redness. I couldn't tell if it was working because, honestly, I make it through the day at work without a cigarette about 50% of the time anyway. Friday after work I went home and had a few glasses of wine. I decided to go out when the Wife never came home after "happy hour" turned into eating dinner without me. I was angry (and probably kind of drunk) so I pulled my shirt off on 2nd Ave and ripped the patch off, went to Duane Reade, and bought a fresh pack of Parliments. Went to see a friend's band play with some people, got drunker, smoked lots, passed out.

Saturday I decided to quit quitting because it was Cinco de Mayo and Kentucky Derby day. Obvs. Went out with some friends. Wound up at their place, where we could smoke inside. Got home at o'God-thirty in the morning with the sunrise, smelling like your Uncle Charlie's Chevy Camaro.

Sunday I was hungover and I didn't move all day. I don't usually smoke when I'm hungover anyway. At about 9:30PM I started wanting one real bad so I took out the other half of Friday's patch and stuck it on my butt. It started itching really badly and I tried to scratch on the patch, but it didn't work and it seriously felt like there were ants under there or something so I took it off and scratched for, like, an hour. I tried to put it back on but the sticky was gone so I got out another one and put it on my upper arm. No itching. Will not put patches on my butt anymore.

Monday morning the jitteryness is not as pronounced, maybe because this one is going on 12 hours? I did, as the label warns, have crazy dreams all night. I was kind of looking forward to that part (though the label warns that if "nightmares" are too strong you can take the patch off at night) and was not disappointed. One of my coworkers just asked me if I had allergies, though, because I looked tired. Will use tons of Nivea under-eye moisturizer tomorrow morning . My mouth is really dry and I will have to stop drinking Coke in the morning because the caffine isn't helping anything. I brought cigarettes with me to work this morning because it makes me feel better knowing that they are there, but I have no desire to smoke.

I will continue updating. This will either last a month (when I run out of patches), or until Friday when I start drinking again. Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion!

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

I haven't been on a bike in ten years and I don't think I've ever been on a road bike. I've heard stories about people on fixies popping a chain and either slamming into the ground or a car. There are constantly about ten reward ads on Craigslist or telephone poles for stolen bicycles in my neighborhood. I don't want to spend $300 on a bike I'll only be able to use for five months of the year. And I don't want to look like a goofy fucking hipster. Even with all of these good reasons, I kind of want a bike right now so I can ride up to McCarren Park and sit in the sun.