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Apr. 23rd, 2004 10:24 amWHOOO-ha, it's been a long time since I drank coffee.
The Freedom Curatrix, being (as is her wont) far more hardcore than the rest of us could ever dream of, had a massive bag of books plus laptop to carry into the city this morning, which as it turned out she could barely lift. Discovering this, she threw herself on my mercy for a ride to the train station, which I gladly provided.
We tore ass out of the parking lot and down Kimball, and what is it with there being gridlock in Bronxville at 8:20 in the friggin' morning? Everybody who has to go to work should be on the train already by then, I'd have thought, but apparently I was wrong. We pulled up to the station JUST as the train was getting in, and that was cosmic timing, I must say.
As a reward for my altruism, I decided to stop off at Starfucks and use up the last little bit of my stockholder's card. One venti caramel frappucino with extra caramel later, I feel like a hamster on crack. Good thing I went to the gym this morning, or I probably wouldn't metabolize the sugar and caffeine until the afternoon. I mean, right now I can barely type, what with my fingers all vibrating at different frequencies.
The less often one does any drug, the more special the experience when one does decide to indulge. It pays to remember that. Good thing I have a healthy heart...
A side note: why the bleeding hell is it called a "venti"? "Twenty" what? Milliliters? I don't get it. I'm pretty sure that alone gives all Italians license to make fun of us mercilessly for the next century.
Oh well. The amphetamine-like boost has at least given me the impetus to get two more pages of Fred's paper written. ~17 to go!
Starfucks: the modern academic wage-monkey's speedball of choice.
The Freedom Curatrix, being (as is her wont) far more hardcore than the rest of us could ever dream of, had a massive bag of books plus laptop to carry into the city this morning, which as it turned out she could barely lift. Discovering this, she threw herself on my mercy for a ride to the train station, which I gladly provided.
We tore ass out of the parking lot and down Kimball, and what is it with there being gridlock in Bronxville at 8:20 in the friggin' morning? Everybody who has to go to work should be on the train already by then, I'd have thought, but apparently I was wrong. We pulled up to the station JUST as the train was getting in, and that was cosmic timing, I must say.
As a reward for my altruism, I decided to stop off at Starfucks and use up the last little bit of my stockholder's card. One venti caramel frappucino with extra caramel later, I feel like a hamster on crack. Good thing I went to the gym this morning, or I probably wouldn't metabolize the sugar and caffeine until the afternoon. I mean, right now I can barely type, what with my fingers all vibrating at different frequencies.
The less often one does any drug, the more special the experience when one does decide to indulge. It pays to remember that. Good thing I have a healthy heart...
A side note: why the bleeding hell is it called a "venti"? "Twenty" what? Milliliters? I don't get it. I'm pretty sure that alone gives all Italians license to make fun of us mercilessly for the next century.
Oh well. The amphetamine-like boost has at least given me the impetus to get two more pages of Fred's paper written. ~17 to go!
Starfucks: the modern academic wage-monkey's speedball of choice.
