30 January 2008

Next month? Snake charming?

I'm about 24 (26) hours away from the end of the inky thinky fast. I'm not good at letting go, so we'll see how it goes on Friday, February 1. Will I immediately want a danish and a fully leaded latte? Or will I stick with the familiar yogurt and hot water with lemon and then dare to slip a square of chocolate under my tongue after lunch? And what about the drinks party I have planned for 5pm on Friday? Will I enjoy the G&T or will the first sip simply turn into 20 sips and land me with a head the size of a small boulder on Saturday morning?

Snake charming for February?

I've been pondering February. There are only 29 days and I kind of like the "one month at a time" theme. Maybe next month it will be learning a skill, like the snake wrangling I did as a kid?

Or how about no shopping for a month? That means nothing comes in the house unless it is absolutely necessary for survival. The good news is that I still get to go to the farmers market on Saturday and get my fill of rancher men at the Prather counter. I mean, I do have limits!


TOP 10 lessons from the InkyThinky Fast

10. Herbal detox tea, even when infused with "essence" of blueberry tastes like cowpies.
9. Don't let friends set the fine for your "Curse for a Cause" fund unless they're helping foot the bill.
8. Hot lemon water is not as good as a lemon drop.
7. Sugar cravings go away after about two weeks, but the headaches do not.
6. I'm not sure I like being drunk.
I like tipsy, but I don't like drunk.
5. I still get all shaky even without caffeine.
4. Swearing is in my DNA and very difficult to cure, but it is possible someone at the genome project could help me.
3.
Writing every day can be fun.
2. I don't like rules. (My mother would say that's not a lesson it's a fact since birth.)
1. 24 hours may be a good TV show, but it's a fuck of a long time to wait for a gin & tonic.

Perhaps you'll find me here tomorrow at midnight with a brandy in my hand. Or maybe I'll wait those extra 18 hours until 5pm @ Harlot. And no Stephen, I'm not one. Get your words right.




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