Detox

What is it about this time of day that makes me want to curl up under my desk and take a nap? I always seem to hit a wall around three or four...oh wait. It's five. Lack of food perhaps.

I'll have you know that I haven't had candy in days. (Except for that little hard candy thing that Lantz gave me on Tuesday) I seem to be in detox. No candy. No diet coke. It's not an intentional detox, I am just poor. Maybe it's a good thing though. I can see that after a few more days of this, (after the DT's) the need for candy will dissipate and I will begin to see the other side of the wrapper. I will begin to envision a life in which I can make it through an entire day without even thinking about candy, let alone eating it. Ah, who am I kidding?? As soon as I have a dollar in my pocket, I'm going back on the Red Vine wagon.

I've also switched to drinking gallons of water, which cuts into my efficiency because I have to pee so goddam much. Since noon I have peed not once, not twice, but six times. Never have I been so acquainted with the writing on the bathroom walls. (You probably didn't need to know that, but hey, you're the one still reading this)

Things are weird around the office today. There's a weird energy. It's not bad, it's just different. Everyone seems to have ants in their pants. (or maybe they've been drinking too much water, too). We're about halfway through putting together June, which I wasn't certain about, but now I am feeling like it will be good. I got Mr. Tommy Gaffney's article over the weekend and couldn't stop giggling. Made my damn day. You'll love it, but you have to wait until June 1st to see why. Tommy Gaffney has to be the best person I met last year. He's good people, he's a damn talented writer and he surrounds himself with some pretty amazing friends. I might love Tommy Gaffney more than I love Red Vines. Maybe.

Oy. Back to the grind. I have about 1000 words to write for June (which will have to wait while I make my seventh trip to the bathroom). Much love to you all!