On top of all of this, it does some really interesting things to my energy level. Just moments ago I could not keep my eyes open, and now I am posting a blog. Granted, the thing I was reading before was by a man called Antonio Gramsci (haha Gramsci Shmamsci Lamsci dansci panski fansci) and was for my literary theory and criticism class, but the effect of coffee still applies.
Once I had two cups of coffee at work and I found myself walking to my apartment at the end of the day, laughing for no reason at all. In fact, I had to call Mike in order to justify the fact that I was laughing so much, so that people I passed wouldn't think I was psycho.
Although, honestly, if I were actually insane, I don't think I would inspire that much fear in anybody. Especially if I was giggling. There is really nothing inherently intimidating about a giggle. Unless we are talking about clowns. Speaking of which, I never used to be afraid of clowns, and in fact people who were afraid of them annoyed me, because it seemed too much like a trend. You would ask, "What are you afraid of?" and people would say "Clowns." And I would just think, what happened to the good old answer, "the dark"? But now that I've heard a couple of mass-murderer-clown stories, I'm converted. Except the Cirque du Soliel clowns. They are not scary. They are awesome. I saw a Cirque du Soliel performance when I was 13 (and on my first period, incidentally) and it was amazing. I should save up money to go see another performance. What a great idea!
To do:
1. Save up money to go to a Cirque du Soliel show, like Zarkana on Broadway.
2. Finish my homework.
3. Stop drinking coffee.
Speaking of which, have you ever tried the French Vanilla non-dairy creamer by Nestle Coffee-mate? I mean, I like a good vanilla latte as much as the next person, but it really is the next best thing.
All right. I should probably get back to my homework before Mike figures out that I'm not doing it and yells at me. (He's never mean. He yells at me for my own good because otherwise I sometimes procrastinate. In my defense, my friend keeps putting up pictures of my goddaughter, who is now 8 months old, on facebook. I mean, I kind of HAVE to look at them, don't you think? That reminds me...)
4. Get off facebook.
Now I have to pee. Anyway. Fare-thee-well, blogisphere.
Cheers!
