What a strange, demented feeling it gives me when I realize I have spent whole days before the inkstone, with nothing better to do, jotting down at random whatever nonsensical thoughts have entered my head.
Monday, June 24, 2002
I love drinking coffee and getting a giant hit of caffeine. Somehow cola doesn't pack the same punch that even 7-11 java does. My vision sharpens; I thought this was weird until I read that cocaine makes you farsighted. I imagine this is along the same lines, except, like, not illegal and on a much much smaller scale.
The venti iced Americano I had this morning not only fine-tuned my eyes, it also managed to cross them. That is some serious shit.