06/28/2004: "Coffee Thrall"

Listening to: Pete Namlook & Klaus Schultze - Dark Side of the Moog II
Current mood: withdrawal

You know, no one ever says "I want to be a junkie when I grow up." Oh wait, I guess everybody says that. They're all making fun of that commercial. Right... Anyway, even after all these years it sometimes surprises me how my coffee addiction can creep up on me. They've at least temporarily closed down the coffee hutt that I go to on the way to class every morning (and as I've said before, *$ is anathema to me) so I missed my usual 10am pre-coffee coffee. I also had some stuff to do in the library before heading downtown and so it was that I found myself walking out of the library at about 12:40 with a pretty solid headache, disoriented, and having difficulty making my eyes focus. Yep, because I was three hours late with the caffine. I mean, this sort thing doesn't always happen, I can sometimes go a day or two without ill effects, but it's just ridiculous. At least I'm starting to recover. (On a side note, my vision snapped into perfect clarity after about my third or fourth swig of espresso. I mean, literally snapped. I've had that happen before, but it's kind of a cool effect, everything suddenly has edges.)

Anyway, as always on a monday I feel compelled to give a report of my weekend. I think I can safely say that this weekend rokked. I think it was possibly the most event-filled weekend that I can even remember. I don't even care in the slightest that that the Decemberists show was sold out. (No, really, for once I'm not being sarcastic.) It was the kind of weekend that makes me sad that I'm moving in a few weeks. C'est la vie, I suppose. Carpe canum, that sort of thing.

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