Hail Eris
Today, oh avid readers, I present myself hungover.I guess it's down to my rapidly decelerating metabolism, but my hangovers are becoming increasingly disproportionate in their severity. In all honesty, do I deserve to feel this pants just because I spent some time with a chum, drinking beer and trying to explain (patiently) that maybe he needs a hobby and that no, insisting that every woman he sees wants to sleep with him is not a hobby, it's the horn? I suggested he try stamp collecting instead.
Anyway.
So I just went to get lunch. I ordered a large capuccino. I was handed a large moccha. I don't like mochha very much (hot chocolate or coffee, make a cocking choice) but couldn't be arsed to complain, especially since the man had spent so long preparing the quantum beverage. I wandered back to work thinking about how I was going to post about how I wanted a capuccino and got a mocha and about how that seemed to be fairly indicative of how today is destined to proceed. It was going to begin, "so, it's one of those days...".
It is with great surprise, then, that I can now report that the accidental mocha was perhaps the best accident ever. Ye gods of the stochastic process, oh great oxymorons, I salute you. I would prostrate myself before you but I'd never get up again. I feel invigorated by the caffeine, calmed by the chocolate and pleasantly soothed by the whole experience. Hoorah.
So, I'm no longer sure what sort of a day it is, but it's one where I didn't get the coffee I wanted only to have my accidental coffee far surpass what I was dissapointed to be missing.
You know, one of those days...
posted by Memehunter @ 1:46 PM
7 Comments:
Is that Bean Scene, or is there some new, cooler place now? Oh, right, Starbucks opened, didn't it?
Bean Scene steamers are ace, but they all taste the exact same.
Wow. My talent for insightful comments surfaces again. Eh, it's Friday, and we had a false alarm for a fire earlier. Scary when you're on the 29th floor... don't think I've ever gone down so many stairs so quickly. Now I don't want to work.
it was indeed bean scene. I'm still a loyal 'scener. Sorry to hear about the loss of motivation. If it's any consolation I have to go to a party in a moment and don't want to. I'm so hungover.It's so unfair.
Oh how I miss coffee. Even the teensiest bit of caffeine gets me all shaky and icky feeling. I monitor my intake of even decaffeinated coffee carefully. But enjoy that mocha for me. Because it sounds divine.
Decaffeinated coffee is the work of the devil. Sorry to hear you're off the juice. Off to get me an extremely powerful cappuccino right now, as it happens.
Last Mother's day, I was full of anxiety and was telling a friend about it. My wife and I had taken her mom and pop out for breakfast. As I was telling my friend about this fre-floating anxiety, I suddenly said, out of the blue, "Maybe it's all that coffee I drank this morning."
Since then, I have cut down to two cups of caffeine in the morning and then switch to decaf. All that anxiety I've felt most of my life from time to time has disappeared. Imagine that?
Have a laugh and come back tomorrow.
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