I've been thinking a lot about doing my part to change things or certain habits that I am morally opposed to (even though I still take part in them). It pisses me off that others who are in comparable positions to myself just don't give a flying fuck. Who knows- maybe I'm becoming more of a hippie in my old age. I don't know what the point of this mess is; I can't really go into it without naming names or pointing fingers and goodness knows that will just start a big ol' queenfest on my fucking blog.
Anyway.
I was in the ER twice this week. Once on Tuesday for sharp stomach pains and once on Friday for bronchitis. I'm feeling so-so today and hoping that this will improve a bit by tomorrow (day three of Zithromax, the wonder-antibiotic). This means I am going to have to quit smoking again very soon and I will probably need to cut way back on going to the bar. (Another rant for another time. No, it's nothing really personal against anyone who may stumble across this blog- have you noticed that people only put that disclaimer up when it really IS something personal against someone who could stumble across their blog?)
I definitely need to cut way back on the bar because:
1- I can't afford it every weekend.
2- Smoky atmosphere while trying to quit smoking and because of chronic bronchitis: not a good idea.
3- I really don't want to fuck up my health or risk putting on an excessive amount of weight in a short period of time. I know I'd be in better shape/health if I cut out more career drinking nights.
4- I need to better prioritize my goals and work on my schoolwork a lot more than I have been. It took me years to get myself out of community college misery and I do NOT want to fuck myself up now.
5- Last time I was there, I think I was getting hit on. By a GUY. (No thanks, that's why I prefer the gay bars.)
Ok, so 5 isn't a reason reason, but I'm using it to illustrate the fact that the crowd has definitely shifted a lot since the first time I went there. Also, it was really icky. *shudders*
I feel like crap. I had a point earlier with the personal is the political stuff, but the more I blabbered, the more I realized I couldn't really articulate it and I got annoyed.
