Zero Switches to One

I must be quick. My week of zero (play, relaxation, restoration) has switched to a week of one (work, a financial focus, organization). For an explanation of this binary method of living and organizing one's time, please see Steve Pavlina's fascinating blog entry on this:
http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2010/02/one-week-on-one-week-off/
This blog will be as much about my experiences with that experiment, as about my smoking quit.

The smoking quit: Tuesday and Wednesday were very difficult. Although I seem to have cracked the craving code and don't have them much, a few other barriers appeared. Confusion, fogginess, the dropping of 50 IQ points, and a hair trigger frustration level (I had forgotten about these foes). For the non-smokers, let me illustrate: it is perfectly possible to mail the dog poo by mistake if you are walking your dog and simultaneously standing in front of a mailbox with 2 bills in your other hand, when one is in the grips of this pernicious mental foggo. (To a certain extent, I wonder if it is manufactured by the power of suggestion when we all read these quit smoking books: "you may experience blah blah and blah immediately after your quit". Oh boy, now you will, that's for sure :) )

Anyway, my solution for this has been 1) allow self to be retarded and completely ineffective by normal measures, and 2) get thee to a clinic post-haste and get some Wellbutrin (Zyban, whatever) prescribed; perhaps that will help. (I have switched off A and onto Z; for those readers who are fellow A-takers, combining A and Z lowers seizure thresholds and shd not generally be done. This is why I went to a remote walkin clinic: no way in hell any doctor who knew about the one would prescribe the other, as doctors tend to err on the side of caution and assume all their patients are complete idiots unable to understand simple instructions, but that is a rant for another time.

Frustration levels still very high today, but successfully mailed my letters and nothing else. Go team!!!

Must return to bustin' it out here; my goal is a ten hour day today. Let's roll!