This is not a bitch or a moan or anything… more of an observation of myself.

I have given up smoking, so my whole life is currently out of kilter. I am living on the edge.

The moodswings are instantaneaous, directed, and I have absolutely no tolerance for fools right now. Example A: Yesterday, a work colleague asked me to fix something on her computer. When I said that the system was too old, and that ‘it’s not gonna happen,’ they argued with me, saying that there is not such word as ‘can’t.’  I repeated, ‘it’s not going to happen,’ and yet they argued with me again. They told me that I might have thought that was what I said, but that I definitely said the word ‘can’t’. This was when I turned around and finally snapped. “I am more than aware of what came out of my mouth, and it definitely wasn’t the word ‘can’t’ – if it was anything in that vein – it would have been ‘can not’, but it wasn’t. even. remotely. close.”

That shut them up. Not only can I not stand the word ‘can’t’, but I definitely did not utter it. Seriously? Seriously. Do I seriously have to put up with this sort of behaviour in my workplace when I am doing a favour for someone who is too computer illerate to work things out for themselves? Yeah. Remind me to say no next time. Then they might actually take my word for it. 

But it’s all good. I’m on Day Five of no smoking… and just taking each day at a time. The biggest problem I’m facing at the moment is that my house is way to clean… and I am drinking way too much coffee as I try and replace my nicotine addiction with caffeine and cleaning. Must do something about that…

Oh, and I can’t write.

No – I mean… I can write – it’s just that I can’t write right now. No concentration, nerves are practically shattering, and my temper is something that Athena, the Goddess of War and Battle Strategies would be bloody proud of. Yep – I’m doing good. 🙂

What amazes me even more, is that throughout this whole thing – my husband still has his cheerleading outfit on, and is waving his pom poms at me, cheering me on every step of the way. That man has the patience of a god. If I was married to me in this state, I probably would have left me by now.

That’s my update. Sorry it’s not very entertaining, but I’ll take it that you’ll believe me when I say, “I’m not really in the mood….”  😉

Get back to writing.