Jonesing
2003-03-06

i have pedestrian rage. can you imagine if i drove a car?

i haven't enjoyed a decent cup of coffee in days. this is not to say that i haven't had coffee. that would be silly. this is also not to say that i haven't had a decent cup of coffee. i just haven't enjoyed it if i have. since i have yet to establish a daily routine around my new day job, this is no real surprise. after procuring my fix at the local watering hole for months and months now, said establishment is not in the direct path between my bed and my train in the mornings. and as i have been rolling out the door as late as possible in order to be as late as acceptable, union coffee has been denied my daily patronage. i miss them, too.

the one time i did manage to drag my sad ass into see them for the yummy, i was so gacked from saturday's debauchery in williamsburg that i was absolutely unable to appreciate its quality. that morning it might as well have been nescafe. shudder! this means office coffee. as we all know, office coffee is, with few exceptions, flavorless swill. but after enough paper cups-full (like six), i can (just barely) approximate my morning buzz. i am beginning to fetishize saturday morning when i can sip and savor over the morning paper. ah.

i haven't enjoyed a cigarette in days. this IS to say that i haven't had a cigarette in days. a consequence of the fact that i smoked a week's worth between 9 pm on saturday and 5 am on sunday. the sort of evening that prompts you to vow never to smoke again. such rash words, of course. but with the smoking ban just around the corner, who knows?

i hadn't enjoyed a decent night's sleep in days. this is not to say that i haven't slept (well, at least since sunday) but my apartment is so obscenely overheated that i've begun pondering whether i should offer spa services on the side for some extra cash. those pipes are popping and cracking and such at all hours of the day and night. in a startling twist, spring stopped by for a special guest appearance yesterday, just long enough for me to sleep with my window cracked last night. that's right. to sleep. all night. straight through. no tossing. no turning. getting out of that bed this morning was a herculean task. just saying.

-finn

Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14