bone in sub

i’m having a coffee renaissance. i had access to about 4 coffeemakers (simultaneously) when i lived in richmond, and rarely made it for myself. last night i bought some filters and made some coffee…my caffeine tolerance is NOTHING, so it was intense. i drank a pot of coffee while i watched suicide club and felt pretty insane for a while. definitely didn’t ‘get’ that movie.

last time i drank coffee regularly was february of this year when i was in a really weird spot mentally and life-wise so my synaesthesia has been cool so far. usually it’s just sound and smell that does that, not so much with taste. i wonder what will happen when i drink rum or scotch again, i haven’t had either since 2005. maybe it’s actually being triggered by the cns cues from caffeine? that would be cool.

i had a small epiphany when i was going to sleep. it was a good one, in line with how things have been going for me lately. hopefully it sticks with me. note to self: don’t forget that epiphany.

i seriously can’t make myself go to this ‘operas of mozart’ class. the fact that i’ve destroyed essays and exams for 8 years now – maybe longer, this is my eighth year of university – without really trying has ruined my academic work ethic. good thing it’s only gotten this dramatic in my final year of school.

on tuesday, i had an hour to kill waiting for the performance collection to open, so i read a scholarly text on david bowie’s discography. it was pretty interesting, a lot of stuff about young americans and ziggy that i didn’t know. that evening, my grandpa who was in town for business took me out for dinner at shanghai cowgirl. i’d wanted to try that place for a couple weeks; it had a nice atmosphere and the food was pretty good. a waitress’s ipod was playing…a david bowie mixtape. it was in chronological order (aside from ‘ashes to ashes’ immediately after ‘space oddity’, i approve!) and about an hour long, featuring one or two of my favorite songs from each album. such an incredible coincidence! not only was it an hour of bowie in a restaurant RIGHT AFTER i basically studied him, it was completely in line with my taste. i could barely concentrate on anything, i was considering doing something ridiculous like asking the waitress out based solely on her impeccable taste in david bowie. i didn’t.

my new bed is so comfortable. i can’t tell whether or not it’s a placebo, but i don’t care. waking up feeling this rested is still a new thing for me.

i got out of bed two hours ago and i still haven’t put any clothes on. living the dream!!!