coffee showed me the light...literally

you know how there are some things in life where you know about them but you just don't utilize them enough?

public transportation, the window-squeegee at the gas station while you pump, career services on campus, cheap clinics, coupons...coffee.



yes. i said: coffee.

and "you can sleep when you're dead" has been the motto of my west-cost-connection for the past...too long. in fact, send her care packages. in order to survive, this bitch only needs:

+ an intern
+ one week of non-adult-related-responsibilities
+ a hair straightener
+ one or two strategically placed r.e.m. cycles
+ coffee

it's not that i've never had coffee. i've just never craved coffee. i've never found it a necessity in my daily routine. i've never been that guy who needs his cup of joe in the morning before he can function.

it's never been my oil can and i've never been the tin man.

i've never relied on caffeine.



i haven't touched a soft drink in approximately seven years.
i mean, sometimes a sprite will sneak an ounce or two in vodka or spiced rum if i've ran out of appropriate mixers...but that's about it.

so, needless to say...i was a little skeptical of this whole coffee generation.



that's the face of skepticism.

the other day, i made an effort to buy coffee at the grocery store.

i told myself: there is a coffee maker in your house from previous occupant (sister)...so, make some coffee and see what happens.

then: i forgot to buy coffee filters.

then: i went back to the store the next day to get some as well as a few more items i forgot to pick up and once again...left without the filters.

about an hour ago...my head went to coffee because i have a ridiculous amount of work to finish tonight. i figured methamphetamine is not an option in this day and age so i relied on the best thing that i've heard of since well-cooked-crack.



i thought of coffee.

i've never made my own pot of coffee at home. in fact, it is something that actually made me feel less superior as a human being. i mean, i've made coffee at work but it doesn't count because it's hooked up to the water line and all the ground beans are measured out because you make it in bulk. it's like the costco-version of coffee.



so, i managed to make my coffee after tinkering with the space machine downstairs. apparently my sister was given an extremely high-tech coffee maker. this shit brews by itself on a timer. personally, i find that a little threatening...but, to each his own, right?

i accidentally brewed six cups of this potent concotion known as coffee. seems a little hardcore for a first-timer but i figure: play hard.

right?
right.

in the last hour, i've been motivated to get shit done.



that's the face of getting shit done.

and i'm extremely interested in proposing that they sell my a.d.d. medication in this flavor.

it's like a natural anti-depressent. i'm completely serious about that. usually, when my crazy sets in and i don't want to do things...i just sort of waste away or i don't really want to do things.

even when my crazy isn't around...i still lack motivation at times. just to do simple shit. for example, my room gets kind of dark... and at times, reading in bed can become a problem.

coffee showed me light.



not that light.



this light.

it's a clunky fixture that has been sitting downstairs in an empty room begging to be utilized.
i figured i would schlep it upstairs and position it in my favor.

coffee gave me light.

it also made my "technical writing" project for my online class a little more interesting.
i'm not a fan of technical writing but i understand that it's something i need to work on.



motivate me, juan valdez.

so...tonight is going to be a long night. although i do have to work in the morning, i plan on getting shit done. if other people can do it...i can do it.

and like all good things:



enjoy in moderation.



so, i tip my hat to you, coffee.
you are my new found love.

happy valentine's day. i only need you.

until next time
-nick