WHOA
so. I woke up from my nap… actually, my house keeper woke me up from my nap when she walked in and didn’t realize that while yes, my laptop was on the bed, i was also attached to the pile of sheets it was resting upon. She said she didn’t realize I was there… she’s like…86 so, whatev. Anyway. I’m awake.
Went downstairs to make some coffee because I hadn’t had any all day and I have to work out with Brandon tonight, so I need SOME kind of energy. Well, I decided I wanted espresso, but I didn’t want to go through the hassle of MAKING espresso. So instead… I took 4 tablespoons of espresso grounds, put them into my french press, and made french pressed espresso… an equivalent of 8 SHOTS OF ESPRESSO. IN ONE CUP.
I took a sip and was pretty sure I could power the god damn space shuttle.
SO….
i have a feeling my workout will look something like this
if i watched usm i’d write usm fic 4 u
paws longingly at screen
When I was like slightly younger, people would ask me what I wanted for my birthday and I would always say pens and pencils. I don’t think I ever got quality pens or pencils despite it being my one wish. I did get a lot of chapstick though. A LOT. I received so much chapstick.
I’m going to be 20 this year which is weird because I’m so used to being 19. I don’t think my birthday will be really transformative? I’ll just have to try harder to not do stupid shit. I’ll have to try not to bullshit myself?
In one of Anzaldùa’s pieces, she talks about the dream world or how there are other realities. I think I get too caught up in my dream reality so I don’t make as much effort in the physical world. If I’m sleeping more than usual, I’m being lazy. I’m giving myself a sort of crutch, I guess. Or forcing myself to use one when I don’t need one.
Here’s to many fancy pens and pencils for the new year!
