Tuesday, August 17, 2004 Lessons learned this weekend Number 1: I am addicted to caffeine. I meant to be productive. Truly. That was the plan. Sit in my pajamas until 3 PM, write coverage, and watch the Olympics. But around 1, I had fallen totally under the spell of my blinking cursor, and by 2 my eyelids were heavy, my senses dulled, as I slowly slowly slowly TiVoed through women's volleyball, unable to care. It wasn't until around 4:30 that I realized I had a problem. After a shower and some tea, we were back in business. Slowly, though. And with the weight of a wasted day on my shoulders. Number 2: Bigger is better "Should we get the $17 bottle of Captain Morgan?" "Alien vs. Predator is only ninety minutes long." "So the $10 bottle?" "It'll fit better in my purse." "Great." Sadly, we were all sobering up pretty well before the big exciting climax. Though definitions of sober vary. I wasn't giggling in an insane fashion at that point. More's the pity. Number 3: Food is awesome On Sunday, I demonstrated my comprehension of Lesson #1, and went to a cafe to drink coffee and write the coverage I didn't write on Saturday. And it was going well, I was on my first refill and making real progress... And then I fell into a funk. A deep funk. A depressive funk. A long dark tunnel with no end in sight. I called a friend, to whine and complain about said funk, and found myself realizing, mid-sentence: "Huh. Coffee isn't food. I should eat food. Perhaps breakfast. Or lunch." So at 3 PM, I ate a peanut butter cookie. Life started looking up. 23 years old. I've still got a lot more to learn. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.