I just saw a program the other day about a sex addict, and she talked about doing better with a preplanned daily schedule involving exercise, meditation, lots of focus on meal preparation and such with almost no contact with other people. She didn't mention work though, which made me wonder even if you're well-off enough to not need a job in your late 20s/early 30s, wouldn't the structure and productive use of time help keep you from getting bored and going out cruising for "fun"?

I had a 1/2 egg salad and salad and utz from the deli downstairs. I should have brought a sandwich from home. I had the makings for one but stayed in bed too long. My sandwich would have been much better and I wouldn't have been tempted to get the chips. bleh.

The wikipedia entry for sexual addiction is pretty interesting. Needless to say, there's professional dissent about whether or not it exists, or if it's related to OCD.

They don't say much about rehab.

The anti-nausea meds kicked in enough to make breakfast possible, although not pleasant. I can't think far enough ahead to lunch.

Data issues person has not replied to my email, and has put up "do not disturb" on their IM. Hrrmph. Big sticking point in what I need to take care of today.

I'm having Spaghettios for lunch. Sometimes you just need to hunch over a bowl of spaghettios and forget you're a responsible grown-up.

Someday I may have to have a can of Spaghettios w/ Franks.

Sometimes you just need to hunch over a bowl of spaghettios and forget you're a responsible grown-up.

This is me when I order the kids grilled cheese at Panera. Have never had spaghettios.

Not a fan of spaghettios, Beefaroni, now, that's a totally different story. Nom.

Someday I may have to have a can of Spaghettios w/ Franks.

I love those, even though they're gross.

Happy Birthday Beverly!

So, if sex rehab is sitting around not having sex, then I'm in sex rehab RIGHT NOW!

Me, too, AInFG!

Smonster, I just read about that bomb threat. I'm sort of at a loss as to what the threat-wielders thought would happen. The builder and property owners would give in, all construction would cease and the space would be turned into a woodchuck sanctuary? The bomb would go off and only wipe out the offending structure, the property owners would see the error of their ways, and the resulting space would be turned into a woodchuck sanctuary? 'Cause I don't know what reality's going to bring the would-be bombers, but I doubt woodchucks will be involved.

I didn't try spaghettios until college, maybe? Which is just as well, because it smells awfully close to canned catfood to me. And I haven't eaten catfood since I was a baby for good reason. I have the same reaction to canned stews.