Saturday, November 27, 2004
caffeine is my bestest friend...
Caffeine and I go way back.
Back to my days as a hyperactive thirteen-year-old on a healthy diet of pot and Jolt cola (on second thought, maybe not so healthy), back to my high school years of disastrous math tests and caffeine pills (to this, I say: never again), and back to my happy year in Europe sipping fine coffee such as only the Europeans can produce in our singularly chill university caf. Yes, caffeine and I have been friends through good times and bad, and no matter what, he's always been there, ensuring that I don't sleep when I can't afford to.
And now is no exception. Back in the world of rushed assignments and constant looming deadlines, a strong cup of coffee, one milk (always non-fat for some reason) and two sugars, has been my salvation. This weekend, I need my old friend more than ever, as I have the following things to do:
1) finish reading the last 120 pages of a super-exciting (tongue-in-cheek, no?) book on the evolution of the synagogue-center in American Jewish history. The book is called Shul with a Pool (shul being the Yiddish word for synagogue, and I italicized the whole title cause I am a big dork), and due to its clever title I mistakenly thought it would be amusing, or at least easily digestible. Wrong on both counts.
2) write a 1500-word report on said book. By Monday. HA!
3) Read a 200-page book on Holocaust survivor testimony. Really looking forward to that.
4) Write another 1500-word report on that book. By Tuesday. Double HA! (Guess that would be -- HA HA!)
5) Read a set of Chinese documents (mercifully translated, since my Mandarin is not exactly top-notch) on concubinage and widow-suicides.
6) Write a 1500-word document exercise on said documents. By Tuesday! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
I am so fucked. And not in a good way.
I am counting on my sweet, sweet friend Mr. Caffeine to help me out of this. In this case, I like a man who takes initiative.
Nothing else to report except that corner stores in this neighbourhood are really dingy. I almost expected to find dirty needles on the floor.
No gyme today. Muscle cramp in leg combined with aforelisted items threw me off. Way to go me. I need to lose about 45 pounds. Maybe I should take up heroin.
Ooh, bad joke.
Gonna go before I get any worse.
-N
