Ran out of my office to get more purchased water with a fiver in my hand and was greeted by a crackhead that I startled by my sudden movement and cash in hand.  She opened her arms and hugged me with her dirty ol’ bones saying “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYY!”.  I did what I always do in times of trouble or when I am not quite sure what to do, I curled in my arms and ran away quickly.  Reminded me of when Susan tossed the bouquet on Sunday.

No diet soda today.  I dabbled and flirted, and now have a full blown habit.  My Diet Whatever after lunch is proving to be something I really like but must do away with because I am in detox.

Fish tacos aren’t bad or addictive are they?

Am keeping my anger at bay with only one minor hiccup so far.  I’m driving with moderate speed and seemingly in control, no visual signs of anger, even though I feel anger about 87 % of the time here. Earlier, a man on the phone screamed to me, ”Look here, Honey!!!!!!. You should know me….”I’m working on controlling all of my anger until Liberty, at least, maybe even until Crystal City. I am trying hard.  In fact, despite the unfortunate words that came out, I held a perfect expressionless monotone when I told him that no one speaks to me like that and that the next time I see him, I will look him in the eye and tell him to go to hell and then hung up. He called back, fortunately, and we are on our way to friendship.  Funny how that happens, cuz I was serious. 

To repent for disappointing myself, I complied with my co-worker’s wishes to listen to Slow Jazz.  Yes.  I listened to slow jazz for about four hours.

This morning I reflected on what behaviors are reasonable and what aren’t. The fruitsnacks I had just now were prolly inappropriate, even though I chose them over the fluffy pink sugary Mexican snacks beside them.  The thoughts I had while eating them, however, were certainly inappropriate. 

Being “passionate” is difficult, but I am reforming. I will be cured. 

BB