As I write this, it’s 4:15 a.m. on a Sunday and I have no coffee in my apartment. There’s only powdered cocoa mix, de-caf Lipton and some red tea, none of which have any caffeine.
So now I’m waiting until a respectable hour before I hop in my car and go to the grocery store. Realize, however, that my grocery store is 24 hours, but I can’t rationalize going now … at 4:18 a.m.
I’ve been away for a bit, which isn’t unusual, but I fully intend on posting later. My vacation was, well – I extended it for a few days, which was nice but tragically so.
I plan on posting about it later. But only after I’ve reached a proper level of caffeination, which is always high. Always.
I was going to insert a cute clip from Gilmore Girls about coffee, but then I was side tracked and that’s an involved process for 4:33 a.m. – posting the video, not searching for the clip.
Alright enough of this pre-dawn typing. No good can come from this. I need a nap, or what normal people call sleep at this time of darkness. Then I can go get the coffee. Say around noon? Plan made. Done. Oh hell, 4:35 a.m.
