Today is Day 11 without a cigarette.
Today is Day 22 without a drink or a drug in my body.
I've even switched to decaf coffee in the mornings now, which surprisingly I can't even tell the difference.
I don't have work today. My new job as a bartender/barista/cashier/hostess/floater (a.k.a. restaurant bitch) is only 3 days a week right now, until after Thanksgiving.
Today I go to school instead.
My journalism class is officially half-way through. I'm considering switching my major come this winter. I'm thinking Anthropology. Journalism was never my intended major anyhow. It was just a class I knew would involve writing, which I love. But the news? I can hardly stand to watch it on television, yet now I'm studying the various methods of reporting and devious ways of gathering information (often from unwilling sources). It's all too invasive for me. I prefer the introspective process of writing. The mysterious writer vs. the hungry inquisitor. I enjoy creating words from inspired thought, not from strangling a source for information.
But that's just me.
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