Last night, she and I attended the monthly Hurley’s Pub Quiz, with Ginner joining our team and Procasto hosting. While I’m pleased our second place finish is an improvement over last month’s second-from-last-place finish, we were unable to overcome the awesome trivia power of A-List YULbloggers M-J, Michel, Patrick, and the Milliner.
Turning now to domestic news, I now have a patch on my arm to keep me from smoking. They appear to be the best option as they have scientists who use cool video screens to demostrate how one can double the chances of quitting. The new apartment is technically non-smoking but the landlord said that was more or less just a suggestion but dagummit, I’m tired of being a smoker. I wasn’t sure when I wanted to start but I decided on a whim this morning that today would be the day to do it. I also figure I want to be ready when the new anti-smoking law comes into effect. But man, I feel dizzy. I started with the six-week treatment, which then turns to a less intensive two week treatment, then, finally, an even less intensive two week treatment. I probably could have skipped straight to Step 2 but I may as well do the whole programme. The main reason I went with the patch (besides the fact that my insurance covers it, and if not, the province will) was that I know what withdrawl does to my emotional state which, in my current work environment, is undesirable.
Still, I feel good. So far.