How dumb am I? Picked up my student ID card today (lost my old one) and then headed up to the library to get some books. The woman at the counter checked them out, put a barcode on my card, and stuck on a bright green sticker that said “Grad.” And I stared at it in confusion, and said, “But I’m not a…” What a doofus. I could’ve had my books out for so much longer, saved myself a fortune in library fines… but no. She peeled the sticker back off, un-issued the books, and then reissued them for the undergraduate allowance of two weeks, fussed around for ages while the queue grew to about thirty students, all glaring at me. Fool.
Never mind. I found some interesting books about “Evil,” a topic I plan to write an essay on for one of my courses. Some of them should be good. So to speak.
The first floor of the library is slightly unnerving at the moment. There’s lots of loud drilling going on, areas sectioned off by sheets of black plastic, and men wandering around with large sheets of ply wood. They’ve been at it for months, and it doesn’t look that much different, just a big whole under the south end of the library and lots of loud machinery. And inconvenience. Can’t take my usual shortcut. How long can the construction possibly go on for?
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Got my feedback from the Writing for Children workshop. Yay! It was nine pages long, and very encouraging. Kate’s was so lovely it had me in tears!
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See? I’m not completely mad. Even rats get addicted to sugar. And here, “The symptoms from sugar withdrawal were not as pronounced as what we see with morphine, but it was withdrawal.” According to the same article, even a picture of cake triggers chemical reactions that cause cravings.
Ok, I’m sorry, but I’m probably going to be a little monotonous for a few more days. It’s hard to think about anything else! I’ve never had such bad headaches, and I can’t dissociate from them. My usual method (involving scalpel blades) is off limits because I don’t want to go down the old “kick one addiction by adopting another” road.
Apparently sugar withdrawal can last for one or two weeks! Yikes! No, must think positive. That means I’m halfway through at worse, almost free at best. I don’t feel much better, I’ve still got a splitting headache, and I’m still craving chocolate every moment. Told my flatmate (a long time NA and AA member) that last night I dreamed I ate a whole packet of chocolate biscuits and woke up shaking and upset. He turned to me with this really worried expression and said, “Maybe you should go along to OA; that sounds like a Twelve Step dream!”
My legs feel so heavy, walking up the steps to the institute is agony. It feels like my feet have been fused to the ground and it takes all my strength to wrench them free.
I was going to cut out all sugars, but in desperation resorted to one piece of fruit a day (which crept up to two a couple of times).
Posted by Fionnaigh at August 12, 2003 12:07 AM(Raises Hand)
Miss Fionnaigh! When I gwow up, I wanna be a "doofus"!
(Pause)
Um... What's a "doofus"?
-V.
> Never mind. I found some interesting books
> about “Evil,” a topic I plan to write an
> essay on for one of my courses. Some of
> them should be good. So to speak.
Interesting.