lunch was: untoasted, freezing cold lemon tuna 6″ from togo’s. it wunn’t all that. much more enjoyed the second helping for the day of starbuck latte.
speaking of which…
TMI: me and starbuck’s latte
- tis a comfort drink
- purchased usually with the express purpose of warming my hands and my internal organ thingies
- half a venti will usually illicit stomach gurgles due to lactose digestive issues
- therefore leading me to vent via the posterior
- but oh so good sliding down my throat (and occasisonally burning my tongue due to a certain reckless greedy abandon)
and now, seriously:
i have a dream. i dream that someday soon my house will be cleaned — my couch replaced, that a giant knee-height coffee table will be plunked in the middle of the living room so that i’ll’ve a place to work on rbsn via the mousebot and external hd. i ask for so little dammit!!!
considering that it was mlk day yesterday, the previous statement (proclaimed at the top of my lungs while on the way home from work and doused with a caffeine high) was yet another one of those funny, coinkeedinkee thingies in life.
homework marathon this past saturday and sunday was actually a fabulous brainercise session. energized. reminded me of how much i so miss wallowing in hours of psuedo intellectualism. and how i so detest expending the majority of my brainpower and life energy into somebody else’ bizness. there’s more drive and sincerity in helping people at the current werkplace than the previous werkplace — but i still hate the fact that all my free time is devoted to another’s interests. so help me, i am completely all for finding the happy medium of being the responsible adult while doing something dictated by my terms. one of these days dammit.