The Working Week
Mikey is making coffee right now. Coffee.
I slept through my first class today... an accident. In fact, I was spotted last night doing my homework for this particular class. But I slept in because after watching the Man U v. Sporting Lisbon game with Mike, Hans, and Zach, I spotted Snakes on a Plane on HBO2 and, having never seen it, decided to give it a shot. Didn't fall asleep until about 2AM.
I suppose that I could force my body into that grind ("Every day in the morning I wake up and crawl out of bed," uttered Jim Pytlik every morning of my life): wake up at 7AM every day, pour myself a cup of coffee, take a shower, get dressed, pour myself another cup of coffee, and then meet the day head-on like each day is some fucking obstacle I have to get beyond. Well, that's certainly a way to live.
There are a couple reasons I'm not touching coffee now, or--hopefully--ever. One is because I'm concerned about the addiction that cripples the whole of America's adult population. I'm thinking here of those great mugs you find in office buildings that have cute little phrases like "Coffee addict," or "Take my coffee from me and I'll take your life. Your wife and children? Mine, bitch." No, that addiction isn't something that I want for my life.
It leads perfectly into the second reason: to drink coffee is to sort of sell-out to the demand working society places on the individual to ignore the way their body feels naturally in order to meet their economic quota for the working day. Fuck that. I'm a student, still. I'm probably only going to have another eight months of this kind of freedom from the man. I am not going to start drinking coffee just to insure that I'll be able to make it through a Tuesday or a Thursday without wanting to go back to sleep... even if I'm wide awake, I'm still going to want to kill myself sitting through ENG 124.
The other issues are more vane, but perfectly reasonable. One: I do not want to have yellow teeth. Two: I do not want to smell like coffee. People who drink a lot of coffee smell like coffee; ex: my dad, Jim Pytlik, drinks a lot of coffee. His breath smells like coffee. His clothing smells like coffee. His bathrobe smells like coffee most of all, because he drinks a lot of coffee while wearing his bathrobe, but he never washes his bathrobe (who does?). This observation goes for others, as well. I cook a lot of fish in my grill pan, which now smells like salmon whenever it's heated up. Steele works in the Alexander House kitchen all day every day, thus he smells like calamari oil all the time. I don't go to all my classes, and I only take some of them seriously, thus I smell like failure.
Which takes this full circle. F that.
I slept through my first class today... an accident. In fact, I was spotted last night doing my homework for this particular class. But I slept in because after watching the Man U v. Sporting Lisbon game with Mike, Hans, and Zach, I spotted Snakes on a Plane on HBO2 and, having never seen it, decided to give it a shot. Didn't fall asleep until about 2AM.
I suppose that I could force my body into that grind ("Every day in the morning I wake up and crawl out of bed," uttered Jim Pytlik every morning of my life): wake up at 7AM every day, pour myself a cup of coffee, take a shower, get dressed, pour myself another cup of coffee, and then meet the day head-on like each day is some fucking obstacle I have to get beyond. Well, that's certainly a way to live.
There are a couple reasons I'm not touching coffee now, or--hopefully--ever. One is because I'm concerned about the addiction that cripples the whole of America's adult population. I'm thinking here of those great mugs you find in office buildings that have cute little phrases like "Coffee addict," or "Take my coffee from me and I'll take your life. Your wife and children? Mine, bitch." No, that addiction isn't something that I want for my life.
It leads perfectly into the second reason: to drink coffee is to sort of sell-out to the demand working society places on the individual to ignore the way their body feels naturally in order to meet their economic quota for the working day. Fuck that. I'm a student, still. I'm probably only going to have another eight months of this kind of freedom from the man. I am not going to start drinking coffee just to insure that I'll be able to make it through a Tuesday or a Thursday without wanting to go back to sleep... even if I'm wide awake, I'm still going to want to kill myself sitting through ENG 124.
The other issues are more vane, but perfectly reasonable. One: I do not want to have yellow teeth. Two: I do not want to smell like coffee. People who drink a lot of coffee smell like coffee; ex: my dad, Jim Pytlik, drinks a lot of coffee. His breath smells like coffee. His clothing smells like coffee. His bathrobe smells like coffee most of all, because he drinks a lot of coffee while wearing his bathrobe, but he never washes his bathrobe (who does?). This observation goes for others, as well. I cook a lot of fish in my grill pan, which now smells like salmon whenever it's heated up. Steele works in the Alexander House kitchen all day every day, thus he smells like calamari oil all the time. I don't go to all my classes, and I only take some of them seriously, thus I smell like failure.
Which takes this full circle. F that.