I like cream cheese.

My whole life I have hated cream cheese. Blech. Yuck. I was always the weirdo who had to ask for butter at the brunch. Well guess what? I like cream cheese now!! When Al and I had our garage-less garage sale a few weeks ago, i went and got her a bagel and cream cheese at our weird, only open for 12 minutes every other day but sunday neighborhood coffee shop. I was starving so I asked for a bite and, guess what? I f'ing loved it. So weird. This has continued. I can only eat a half a bagel ata time anyway but i have managed that on a couple different occassions. Bests o far was from Noah's last weekend. Yum.

Other news. I am addicted to online poker. Not the kind that involves real money - don;t worry. I figured a game is a safe transferrance, right? As long as I don't follow it into the money realm. I do keep getting caught playing by my boss. But I am getting my work done so screw it. Whatever. I love poker. I suck at it in real life but damn do I enjoy it online.

I am moving 2 weeks from tomorrow. Holy shit. I am so not prepared. Molly is coming up this weekend to help me get packed and stuff - thank god!! I am sure I will feel better once everything is started. I am just kinda freaking out this very moment. I am not freaking out. I shouldn;t use those words. Just aware of the fact that time is getting short. I will be fine. All will be well.

I will have 60 days sober on Saturday. Yay me. Moll will be here to see me get my chip. Hee hee. I am excited. I am doing ok with it all. I am kinda stalled on my steps cuz my sponsor has been mega busy but it's going ok. I will be starting my 4th step when I move down. That's a doozy but it will be good to be working on something during my transition. I am pretty good at making lists of what I hate about myself. I shouldn;t get such a sick pleasure out of it but I do, a little. No way as much as I would have before. That is actually a really big relief.

We still haven't hired my replacement at work. Connie will never find anyone she likes. Out of a stack of resumes 2 inches thick, she pulled one. One. My last day is a week form tuesday. She might want to get on it. All I can do is do my best to leave things in an organized way. Then I am gone. Sorry, Charlie.

To sum up: I like cream cheese and poker. I need to pack. My work needs to hire a new me. I am sober. I feel the need to apologize to someone named Charlie.