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lessons I keep having to relearn
Oct. 7th, 2003 03:12 pmLast night, I was up late having a serious and rather tiring conversation with Derek, finishing two sets of homework for today, and wondering where my friend and co-mod, theladyfeylene, had gotten to, because I wanted to share with her something I'd come across in my reading for class.
This morning, because I was tired, I let myself have coffee and a bagel for breakfast. I rarely drink coffee, especially coffee from the on-campus places, even though I like it. An hour later, I remembered why--for some reason, the coffee around here makes me *very* jittery and on-edge for the rest of the day. This was a small cup (no bigger than your average coffee mug), and just an Americana with cinnamon, sugar, and some cocoa. But halfway through my first class, my heart was literally racing, and my emotions and stuff have been out of whack all day.
So, no more cheap coffee. Good coffee doesn't do this, from what I can tell. Which makes me a bit leery of what the bad coffee might have that's so awfully different... but that's beside the point, I guess.
I ran into an old friend from highschool today. I haven't seen her in a few years, and it was very strange seeing her again. We didn't get the chance to talk, but she seemed very... distant, and a lot quieter than I remember. I was kind of disturbed by the whole interaction, although I was happy to see her. I shouldn't be surprised that talking to her was awkward, but I had hoped she'd seem more happy to see me, or something.
And immediately on arriving home, I found out that theladyfeylene was gone last night because she got thrown from her new horse and was in the hospital. It drives me crazy when my long-distance friends have something bad happen to them - at least with local friends I can be supportive in some tangible way. As it is... I feel very helpless.
All day long I've been composing random poetry in my head and feeling very philosophical. Maybe some of it will end up on paper.
This morning, because I was tired, I let myself have coffee and a bagel for breakfast. I rarely drink coffee, especially coffee from the on-campus places, even though I like it. An hour later, I remembered why--for some reason, the coffee around here makes me *very* jittery and on-edge for the rest of the day. This was a small cup (no bigger than your average coffee mug), and just an Americana with cinnamon, sugar, and some cocoa. But halfway through my first class, my heart was literally racing, and my emotions and stuff have been out of whack all day.
So, no more cheap coffee. Good coffee doesn't do this, from what I can tell. Which makes me a bit leery of what the bad coffee might have that's so awfully different... but that's beside the point, I guess.
I ran into an old friend from highschool today. I haven't seen her in a few years, and it was very strange seeing her again. We didn't get the chance to talk, but she seemed very... distant, and a lot quieter than I remember. I was kind of disturbed by the whole interaction, although I was happy to see her. I shouldn't be surprised that talking to her was awkward, but I had hoped she'd seem more happy to see me, or something.
And immediately on arriving home, I found out that theladyfeylene was gone last night because she got thrown from her new horse and was in the hospital. It drives me crazy when my long-distance friends have something bad happen to them - at least with local friends I can be supportive in some tangible way. As it is... I feel very helpless.
All day long I've been composing random poetry in my head and feeling very philosophical. Maybe some of it will end up on paper.
