It's 8am -- 2.5 hours earlier than I woke up yesterday. Today, though, I have to work at 2pm (booo!). So I'm lying in bed, wondering how best to use the time between now and then. So many options.... I cleaned everything (except the bathroom) yesterday, so I can't spend the morning doing that. I might go to Provence for coffee and a pastry, perhaps. That's not too expensive.
Like I said, yesterday was very productive. I did several loads of laundry, and then folded and put all of them away. I cleaned the bedroom (it's looking fabulous) and the living room and the kitchen. I paid bills. I figured out what I have to do for the English Novel (I'll be reading Emma, Wuthering Heights, Mrs. Dalloway, and Great Expectations. The latter two I will have to buy, and possibly Wuthering Heights as well -- I have a kind of nice copy with wood-cut illustrations and whatnot. It's a pretty book, and I'm not sure about writing in it (as is my habit) or carrying it around all the time. We'll see.)
I'm kind of proud to say that I didn't smoke any cigarettes yesterday at all. I'm tired of not being able to breathe in the mornings (and sometimes it lasts/comes back later), and of coughing all the time. If you're reading this and you're a nonsmoker, I know what you're thinking because you've told me before so you needn't bother telling me again. Am I trying to quit? Not necessarily. Who knows what today will bring? I really am tired of not being able to breathe, though. It's not cool. Had to borrow an inhaler from one of Matt's friends last night because mine is long gone. I've been thinking about finding some over the counter asthma medication for times like last night.
And anyway, if I was to quit, it would save me about $60 every month. That's not bad.
Still hopelessly in love, by the way. I don't know if this will abate, but no signs of it yet.
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