In Which I Would Do Anything for Love (or Chemical Dependency)
So yesterday was graduation, which started two hours after I had to be at school and then ran for two and a half. The PTA had a luncheon (3,500 yen a head, eesh) for the teachers afterward, which ran for another two and a half hours. When you're trying very hard not to let your nascent funk turn into anything full-blown, this is an eternity. Then I saw that they had scheduled a nijikai (second party) for 6:00, which was odd considering that the luncheon ended at 3:30. Apparently the plan was to pass the interim at a snack bar. I actually heard my immune system wibble.
So I bailed on all further events and went home to curl up on the couch and pop vitamin C tablets.
Today I got to school and found that no one was obviously hungover, but reaction times seemed a bit slow during the morning meeting. Then I discovered that there was no coffee. None. There were not even any grounds to lick. Tea is not satisfactory when you're bleary-eyed and whimpering.
Eventually someone turned up an ancient container of instant coffee, and I had a bit of a dilemma. Concerns about the horrible nastiness of the stuff aside, I had no idea how much of it to use per serving, especially since there wasn't a spoon inside to use as a measuring device. So, carping the diem, I tried to shake just a little bit of powder into my cup, but I'm not exactly the most coordinated creature before my coffee, and, well, you can see where this is going.
So help me God, I drank it. And it was like unto nothing that might fairly be termed a beverage. Even the demons of my addiction were appalled. But class 1B was fast approaching, and I. Regret. Nothing.
After work I swung by the kombini to get some breakfast munchies for Monday and found myself grabbing armfuls of sweet, sweet legal stimulant. Helped me keep the shakes at bay while I set my own little coffee maker a-brewing, and ne'er again shall I venture out without an emergency can of java in my backpack.
In conclusion, I could quit any time I wanted to and I do not have a problem and stop judging meeeee.
In sunnier news, spring appears to be creeping in again. Barring a freeze, the remaining snow should all be gone by next week, replaced by thick, gooey mud. I prefer the snow, frankly, since at least it melts cleanly and doesn't leave me with a filthy genkan. But it's kind of nice to be comfortable in just a heavy sweater, instead of a heavy sweater under a coat. And it smells like spring outside. Spring smells pretty good.
So I bailed on all further events and went home to curl up on the couch and pop vitamin C tablets.
Today I got to school and found that no one was obviously hungover, but reaction times seemed a bit slow during the morning meeting. Then I discovered that there was no coffee. None. There were not even any grounds to lick. Tea is not satisfactory when you're bleary-eyed and whimpering.
Eventually someone turned up an ancient container of instant coffee, and I had a bit of a dilemma. Concerns about the horrible nastiness of the stuff aside, I had no idea how much of it to use per serving, especially since there wasn't a spoon inside to use as a measuring device. So, carping the diem, I tried to shake just a little bit of powder into my cup, but I'm not exactly the most coordinated creature before my coffee, and, well, you can see where this is going.
So help me God, I drank it. And it was like unto nothing that might fairly be termed a beverage. Even the demons of my addiction were appalled. But class 1B was fast approaching, and I. Regret. Nothing.
After work I swung by the kombini to get some breakfast munchies for Monday and found myself grabbing armfuls of sweet, sweet legal stimulant. Helped me keep the shakes at bay while I set my own little coffee maker a-brewing, and ne'er again shall I venture out without an emergency can of java in my backpack.
In conclusion, I could quit any time I wanted to and I do not have a problem and stop judging meeeee.
In sunnier news, spring appears to be creeping in again. Barring a freeze, the remaining snow should all be gone by next week, replaced by thick, gooey mud. I prefer the snow, frankly, since at least it melts cleanly and doesn't leave me with a filthy genkan. But it's kind of nice to be comfortable in just a heavy sweater, instead of a heavy sweater under a coat. And it smells like spring outside. Spring smells pretty good.