it seems that i need coffee in order to get just about anything done around here. if i don't have at least 3 cups at werk in the morning, i'm about as with-it as a drunk monkey on vacation. even on the weekend, after sleeping in 'til noon, i have a few to get me going. if it's time to do something creative, it's friday night, when i check my email, when i read the paper, or when i have a long drive ahead of me, i drink coffee. what a friggin' habit.
that's me, though...always out for a fix, moving from one artificial stimulus to the next. my life is one big collection of these contrived relationships of need and satisfaction. sounds like addiction, doesn't it? well it's not, fucker!
[no, really; the things i'm addicted to are all socially acceptable: caffeine, nicotine, apple cider, the Internet, vagina, punctuation, and—of course—fun.]
say, i just realized my phone hasn't rung (rang? ringed?) for like 5 days. i haven't gotten laid in a while, either. haha! man—what a happening guy, huh? i can't be stopped. i think it's time to start drinking heavily.
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