My son has his first "real" cold. He woke about 4 this morning unable to breathe. Marie got up with him for an hour, then handed him off to me. I sat with him propped up against my chest and quietly sang as he fell back asleep. His rattle and wheeze dissipated into quite breathing as I whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He woke a bit after ( Read more... )

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should be studying.

thinking about coffee and guitar. something, anyway. i'm wasting my saturday away...

Now, to learn about Gottlob Frege, figure out Funky Monks, or get another cup of coffee...

So many questions, so little time.

a quad: four shots of espresso in a large coffee. i'm wired, but can't knock this monday morning sluggishness. keeping a quick beat as i slap my thighs with drumming hands, my eyes are barely open slits... my body is this morning's paradox: wide awake sleeping.

the storm outside has passed, and perhaps so too is my inner turmoil (we'll see). now, it's time to get a cup of coffee...

*sigh*

Sleeping pills, stimulants (coffee) and the fact that I am getting fatter lead me to one conclusion:

I'm turning into Elvis.

a long day at work, interrupted by a long nap, interrupted by the urge to drink coffee and finish a book. if this is all there is to life, then i'm an accomplished individual. i've done it all.

i'm thinking about making this a friends only journal.

hmmm...

Need to get money from bank... Need coffee... Need...

50 miles an hour at 6:20 in the morning with temperatures barely over freezing. Nearly forty minutes later, my fingers are still slow to move. The coffee shop, not open until 7 in the morning, supplied the beans (last night) and here I sit, sipping a fresh pot of french pressed Kenya AA.

Life isn't too bad, really. I kind of like it.