I talk a lot about being a procrastinator.
“I put the ‘pro’ in procrastinate”, I say.
The flip side of that personality is spontaneity. As in, “Hey, me…let’s do a Dry Week!” without considering the implications.
Like, I decided this on a Saturday night. Without considering that while Saturday is my Monday, that would mean I have an entire work week ahead of me versus beginning my Dry Week on my Friday or Saturday and ending on my weekend so I can celebrate my success. Now I’ve got five days in and a work week behind me…and I want to detox with a drink.
Who knows? Maybe it’ll be a Moist Week.
Another unseen ramification of a spontaneous Dry Week is pain. One never really considers the slight medicinal effect of alcohol. After a rough day of schlepping around Portland International, I can relax sore muscles with a beer or two or a glass of wine.
Additionally, I’ve had a visit from this recurring mouth pain. I consider it an indicator of a cold or allergy episode. Or my one wonky wisdom tooth coming out of dormancy. So, maybe I’m getting sick and my sinuses are putting pressure on my upper jaw; maybe my teeth are doing the Macarena; or maybe I just don’t have my usual painkiller on board.
Makes a decent argument for situational medicinal marijuana, though. I know I’ve got a honey stick around here somewhere.
The final side effect of not having a sufficiently elevated B.A.C I’ve encountered this week has been the niggling – and surprisingly spontaneous- urge to join up for NaNoWriMo.
It’s every November, the challenge is to write a minimum 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
Ok, first, when I write, I describe my process as Hemingway-ing. Having this thought in a Dry week ought to be enough of a disqualifier for the idea.
Second, I’ve got my company’s annual seminar this month, so that’s five days of work functions from dawn to drunk, effectively making my ~1675 daily word average a straight up 2000 words in order to meet the challenge.
Sure, I can bust out a 3500 word blog entry or two per month, but my other entries tend to be in the 1200-1500 word range.
And I don’t write every damn day!
This past month, I think I wrote 14/31 days for 16 or 17 posts. It was my biggest volume month ever.
What the hell is sober Xtopher thinking?!?
Someone wrestle me to the ground and make me shotgun a keg.