This morning, I realized I have a disturbing new habit: double-fisting coffee. I had two separate to-go mugs of coffee that I was drinking from, right after having a regular cup of coffee. The most disturbing part of this story is that not only am I jittery/bouncy from this, I am also still incredibly tired. As I think back over the past few weeks of hell that have been my life, I realize that I’ve lived almost solely on coffee and taquitos. Since I’m tired, this actually doesn’t seem like a bad thing. In fact, I could go for some taquitos right now. O taquitos / your perfect shape / fits my tummy / happily.
But this trend will change soon, because I’ve passed (most) of my school entrance requirements. While this sounds boring, it means that my routine of studying non-stop for the past month? six weeks? is ending. Which means I will have more than the 12-minutes-needed-for-cooking-taquitos to make a real meal now and then, and that I probably really don’t need multiple liters of coffee to fuel me. Probably.
Gah, this is a dumb topic but nothing supremely funny has come my way in the past few days…but I could be wrong. I’m in the sleep-deprived stage right before where everything is super funny. Which means that if I can pull off yet another day of late-night rehearsals backed up right next to super-early-morning rehearsals, everything should start being funny at about 10:14 tomorrow morning.
Until then, I’m continuing my “Where’s Waldo” tendencies of leaving behind various objects at each place I visit. Every morning I’m thankful that my pant legs are sewn together. Every morning I’m sad that my socks are not co-dependent. Every morning starts with me analyzing the personalities of my clothes, apparently.
Moral of today’s story: sock is to banana, what tired girl is to word associations.
An Erinku (in tiredness):
eyes closed
in thought!
Really!
Truly!
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