Stop the presses! The sun is shining in Connecticut!
I'm feeling ever so much better than I have been. Not only is the nicotine gone from my system, but I passed through the smoking gauntlet: drinking wine with former college roommates after midnight, while they smoked. It was really, really hard, yet not as hard as I would have predicted. Mind over matter, people.
Also, I have a nice chunk of easy freelance work to do this week, and a job interview.
On the down side, I am officially uninsured as of today. I feel all sniffly and achy just typing that. And at dinner on Saturday night, I forcefully insisted that I'd met the girlfriend of a friend of mine a few months ago, when in fact it was a totally different Asian girlfriend that I'd met. It was one of those times when you can feel the huge wrongness of the words coming out of your mouth--twice--but you just can't seem to stop.
What can I say. I'm a culturally insensitive redneck.
I comforted myself in the immediate aftermath of the incident by reasoning that no one else at the table had heard (it was a loud restaurant) and that if I wanted to, I could avoid Will for the rest of my life without too much trouble. I hadn't been sitting down for 30 seconds--at the far, far end of the table from the scene of the horror--when my friend A. leaned over and said, sotto voce, Didn't I meet you at the wedding? No? But I'm sure I did! You're Asian, right? (He was paraphrasing in case I didn't feel stupid enough.)
Just to offend a whole new group of people: I'm concerned that I look like a Tourette's victim ever since because I keep groaning aloud and slapping my own forehead every time I remember this incident. Which is approximately every four minutes for the last two days.
So, Will, if you ever read this blog, which you wouldn't even if you knew about it because you hate me now, I'm sorry! I suck! It was dark in there and I didn't have my glasses on and I'm from a red state! You and that other girl just seemed so happy that it never occurred to me that this would be a whole new girl (with whom you also seemed very happy--she's quite nice!)
My self-hatred is its own punishment.