the week

I've started the ball rolling, getting my life back on track.

1. I sent a telegram to England to reserve a home in France after pissing off five JPMorgan Chase employees, Wal*Mart, Western Union and Marsh. It only took five hours.
2. I cleaned the house, and in doing so cleared out my head.
3. I got comfortable in an early morning writing routine--not settled in it in a comfort that dulls the edge, but comfortable in a way that makes me anxious and acutely uncomfortable when it doesn't happen.
4. I blew off my translation work to get reading done.
5. I "got ahead on" (aka printed a ton of articles and selected a topic for) two research topics.
6. Tea > coffee this week.
7. I took time to have a beer.

That said, I didn't have time to make or eat real food. This is my greatest unhappiness. I'm giving myself today and focusing on high-energy foods tomorrow. I was wimpering by 10 a.m. today, when I realized that my calculations moving from euros to dollars to pounds had somehow gone off course. Nobody wants to see that. Nobody should be that pathetically dependent on coffee. Vive la libération!