Quick de-tox

I have decided to cut out alcohol completely and cut down on sugary treats for the next seven days or so. At the same time, I am drinking lots of water and dandelion root tea. I do this from time to time to give my sweet friend, the liver, a break. The problem with doing it now is that my stress levels are through the roof, and I could really really use that glass of wine now and then (and now and now and then and then) to take the edge off. (I know, I know--am using alcohol to medicate, not good, yadda yadda . . .that's another debate that I'd love to have with all those interested over drinks sometime. =) I think the edge-off wine is ultimately adding to my stress at the moment by exacerbating my exhaustion and insomnia and irritability and by doing nothing at all to amp up my productivity levels which need to be amped to their full ampage right now.

And so Medusa is as sober as a judge. I would truly appreciate any support or stress-relieving tips you can offer!

Can I move to Mexico City?

It seems like an excellent, most desirable plan.

There I will reunite with Tomas, the first boyfriend of the (14-year-old) Medusa.

There I will bask in the sun and do . . .something both important and fun.

I will have window-boxes full of azaleas.

Can you tell I am in paper-writing hell?

Hate the filthily stupidly theoretically dense theses to which I am attracted.

Next year for this conference I am going to write about Robert Downey Jr. doing lines off of Jake Gyllenhaal's bare chest--apropos of nothing, suckers!!!!

In other news, it has been 601 days since I smoked a cigarette.

I might take up smoking again when I move to Mexico City.

I refuse to write a paragraph of more than one sentence for this post.

I would like to be drunk.

Or even just hungover.

THAT IS HOW BAD IT IS.

The chalupa, on the other hand, is quite content.