Treed and Fumbling
I stopped rolling my work shirt sleeves up before I leave home in the morning. I now need warm forearms for the walk to the train. I am trying to delay the advent of wearing a jacket to work for as long as possible, but every cold morning feels like it will be the last before I double my layers.
I stopped flushing my used dental floss down the toilet every night. Now I carry it to a bin after brushing. I miss peeing on it.
I stopped drinking Pepsi Max the day before Anzac Day. So that's fifteen days without soda. I'm not sure when exactly I became a Pepsi Max fiend, somewhere between the 29c can sale during BULKtember and this day. What I do know is that I have averaged two cans a day since. I stopped mainly to help preserve my teeth, and also because I was feeling paranoid about drinking a Pepsi Max at 1:30pm every single day at work and I couldn't stop thinking that my predictably presented the perfect opportunity for someone to poison me.
Not posting journal entries very often is a change.
I had my hair cut on the weekend, mainly so I would look less awkward in my new baseball cap. I spent a whole day dealing with my trimmings falling from my head like freed, tumbling leaves.
I have eaten a minimum of four pieces of fruit each day this week, and cut out all baked goods and processed foods. It makes me feel tingly at times.
I started posting my journal entries on weird backgrounds.
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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.