Some habits I need to break for my own sanity and health:
1) it's time to go off the caffiene again. It's not only barely having an effect, but what with the way I like my coffee, it's way too much dairy and sugar. Also no caffiene = no reason to have pepsi throwback up in the house, which is a good thing for me (soda, while delicious, makes my insides hurt) and for a trying-to cut-the-sweet-stuff-out
cell23. So pretty much after the last stores of either in the house are done, so am I. It's gonna suck, but it needs to be done.
2) being a slave to my inboxes. Little known fact about me, having new mail or messages anywhere drives me bugshit insane. Sentences that begin with "you have 1 new/unread..." are the bane of my existence. (noteable exception being voice mail - I'm notoriously bad about checking it when I have a working phone - and snail mail... probably because both tend to be bad news or bills.) While I'm pretty good about keeping my email inboxes clean and my LJ read (filtering out comms helps with this), this becomes a problem when you factor in things like, oh FB/twitter, where you could easily have 50 new messages an hour or more and you're compelled to read every one the second they come in. I also noticed this morning that the number of tweets I personally make goes up when I'm feeling a certain way and blathering to the greater Internet at large (who frankly, my dear, doesn't give a damn) isn't really a healthy way of dealing with that particular stew of emotion. So I'm probably going to be taking a hiatus from the noisier realms of social networking for a while until the brain unscrambles and I can handle being blipped at every 30 seconds or so again. No, I'm not going to flounce quit the internet or anything, just take a break, and maybe limit the amount I check both to somewhere around once a day if that.
This is probably a blessing in disguise, actually - I spend way too much time "jacked in" as it were. Time better spent on other things.
In other news, I get to start the long trip home in a couple hours, and once I get there, exorcise the week and its baggage in killing D&D monsters. Or, more accurately, making the rest of my party kill monsters in my behalf WITH MY MOTHERFUCKING MIND because psions are
awesome. I laugh to think about how scared/intimidated I was by the idea of playing this game in December; now I fucking love it/am thinking up dungeons and stuff for it. That's certainly been a surprise to me.
anyway, I've got to finish my breakfast and see if I can get this one work script that's been stumping me since Tuesday going before I have to catch a bus. Which will hopefully have wifi so I can put in a reasonable workday.