Scaaaaaaary cuppa
Nov. 21st, 2004 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneThis is an update on today's cleaning.
I took a shower, washed the dishes (a major labor, since it involved washing glass bottles and sorting recycling), tossed some of the scarier garbage and hauled the monitor box (with monitor) down to my basement locker. I was starting to sort laundry when I was already tempted to get somber and pass out in front of NPR. I decided the choice of cereal for breakfast was a rotten one (too many simple carbs, not enough slow-burn protein). I needed coffee.
I decided to get hardcore with what was left of the beans in the cupboard. I ground them into powder and tossed them into my French press. Then I stirred the hunk after five minutes of steeping and pressed the mess.
When I poured it into my big mug, it was almost black. I added 2% milk; it stayed black. I poured more milk. The blackish foam at the top of the mug turned light brown. It looked like an older permutation of Dennis Rodman's hair.
I've only had two sips so far, but it's already kicking in. Don't mind me if I turn into a...
-blur, Dante
P.S.: Update to the update
I was able to get laudry running before the coffee energy crashed. Damn fast burn again. I need a hearty meal. I may have to put on my ripped jeans and get some groceries. I could whip up something that'll lead to a slow digestion without creating sluggishness. Then i won't be staring at the office and saying to myself "there's too much to sort here."
I have my iPod in my pocket as I run from the living room to the basement. I've got laundry clothing on -- tan long-sleeve that says "I'm on it." on the front, matching shorts, sandals. I look like SubGenius Ninja, ready to hand out waves of slack to unsuspecting victims of Jehovah-1. I myself cannot slack until my Fortress of Slackitude and Electronics is in tune with the invisible choir of it own slack.
music now: Beatles - "Tomorrow Never Knows"
I took a shower, washed the dishes (a major labor, since it involved washing glass bottles and sorting recycling), tossed some of the scarier garbage and hauled the monitor box (with monitor) down to my basement locker. I was starting to sort laundry when I was already tempted to get somber and pass out in front of NPR. I decided the choice of cereal for breakfast was a rotten one (too many simple carbs, not enough slow-burn protein). I needed coffee.
I decided to get hardcore with what was left of the beans in the cupboard. I ground them into powder and tossed them into my French press. Then I stirred the hunk after five minutes of steeping and pressed the mess.
When I poured it into my big mug, it was almost black. I added 2% milk; it stayed black. I poured more milk. The blackish foam at the top of the mug turned light brown. It looked like an older permutation of Dennis Rodman's hair.
I've only had two sips so far, but it's already kicking in. Don't mind me if I turn into a...
-blur, Dante
P.S.: Update to the update
I was able to get laudry running before the coffee energy crashed. Damn fast burn again. I need a hearty meal. I may have to put on my ripped jeans and get some groceries. I could whip up something that'll lead to a slow digestion without creating sluggishness. Then i won't be staring at the office and saying to myself "there's too much to sort here."
I have my iPod in my pocket as I run from the living room to the basement. I've got laundry clothing on -- tan long-sleeve that says "I'm on it." on the front, matching shorts, sandals. I look like SubGenius Ninja, ready to hand out waves of slack to unsuspecting victims of Jehovah-1. I myself cannot slack until my Fortress of Slackitude and Electronics is in tune with the invisible choir of it own slack.
music now: Beatles - "Tomorrow Never Knows"
