Today I remembered that I get a fifteen minute break at my day job.

This might not sound like a big deal, but it is; I don’t normally take that break. I usually get so into what I’m doing that the day flies by, and the next thing I know it’s 1:00 and time to go home. Even when I was still smoking — yes, I’m still smoke-free! — I’d go outside for a five, maybe ten minute smoke and then I’d come right back in. During the last few months, I haven’t even thought of taking five minutes.

It’s a little scary that I totally forgot about the much coveted fifteen. I would have never forgotten my break back in my retail days. I used to bug my managers just so I could actually have a break.

I may just need a twelve-step workaholism recovery program.

Update: New Astrid and Dante is up!