I haven't been sleeping much lately, and I think it's because I've been drinking decaf lattes in the afternoon. I don't know why I thought I could get away with that. I can barely handle a chai tea latte after 12:00pm. I guess I just wanted to touch the sky, alright? I wanted to LIVE A LITTLE.
Yesterday, running on 2 hours sleep, I resolved to break the pattern. I didn't have a latte at lunch. I didn't have one after work. I went home, ate a bunch of Jalapeno chips, and crawled into bed to pass out.
My dad woke me around 7:30pm. I'd said I would go for sushi with him. My mouth tasted like a spicy compost heap. We went to a restaurant on 4th that a family friend designed in the early 90's. It was on the second floor, and across the street you could see through the glass wall of a gym and watch people doing a weight class. Is there something called a weight class? Somebody was coaching them and they were all lifting their weights in unison, almost perfectly. They looked like seaweed moving in a current. The sushi was terrible, and the chairs our friend designed were bizarrely uncomfortable. It was fun though.
To get rid of the Jalapeno taste in my mouth, I downed a coke straight off. Then I drank half of my dad's. Then I got home and lay there kicking for most of the night. Life is deeply unfair.
I have to go to pilates.
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Poor nernie. If I couldn't have a coffee mid-afternoon I think I'd have ended it all by now. Decaf even! Life is not fair at all.
Poor nernie. If I couldn't have a coffee mid-afternoon I think I'd have ended it all by now. Decaf even! Life is not fair at all.
That's so true, about the life and the not fair.
Nernie nernie.
Si, si. This is how I am wanting you to feel. That I am a poor. Si.
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