Dazed coffee hatred

I woke late. But I’ve been feeling tired all day. It’s like, you’re in this state when you aren’t really awake, but quasi conscious. I drag my dazed self across my home to find an empty fridge. There is nothing really exciting to eat. And by exciting, I’m including milk for some overly colourful, overly sweet cereal. I step out, hoping to rectify the situation. Either snap myself out if this, or at least gather groceries. It’s very cold, and very wet outside. I walk straight past the grocery stores and stumble into a coffee shop.

I hate coffee.

Not that I’ve ever tried it, but I can’t stand the smell. I end up drinking more hot chocolate than is good for a person. I leave the place at what? 5 – 6 in the evening? Yes, I just spent my whole day in a coffee shop.

I still hate coffee.

I buy tickets for this show at a neighbouring comedy club hoping that’d brighten my evening. Instead, I hobble home and crash into bed. I end up missing the show.

Now it’s past 1 AM. I’m cold, hungry, sleepy and have this eery feeling I’ve ordered way more games and things for my gamecube than I really need while not-entirely-awake.

There will be a lot of returns in my future.

It’s a pity coffee doesn’t come with fortunes like fortune cookies. Not like it matters, I hate coffee.

4 thoughts on “Dazed coffee hatred”

  1. Totally unrelated:
    The left side navigation boxes have caught my attention and I cannot not help but mention it. Look at them from a distance and you see two kinds of pot-like figures. Like ASCII art – especially the months, they align very naturally.

  2. :) Maybe it isn’t. Something’s definitely not ok with me.

    Of course I noticed that. You call it pots. I waited for a year and a half or so of archives to call it ‘woman’, in my head.

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