Me and my pal Caffeine

Every so often I try to go a day without drinking any coffee.  Usually this idea doesn’t really materialize as a concrete plan, but more as a lazy and hazy unwillingness to go through the process of setting up my coffee machine or wait in line at a coffee shop.  I get myself up and ready, and since I’m able to remember how to open the front door and I don’t fall down the stairs on my way outside, I’m able to briefly convince myself that I am stronger than a morning cup of coffee.

Except I'm not.

I am, in fact, much much weaker, as becomes apparent after about half an hour outside my apartment.  I don’t know why I keep trying to fight it because it always ends up the same way: I get a headache right in the middle of my forehead, my eyelids start drooping, and this image takes up permanent residence in my mind:

It was especially bad when I was still in college because about five minutes into a morning lecture I would stop taking notes and would instead start drawing out elaborate plans detailing the quickest route to the best coffee shop, and counting out coins under my desk.  But now that I’m not in school and I have no job, it just means that I get to sit here in the public library, one hand supporting my nodding head, and the other wearily drawing a picture of an ideal world where I have a giant cup of coffee for a BFF and the sun wears fashionable eyewear.

You can't tell from the picture, but my sun also wears sunblock.

Since my head hurts, I think I'm just going to post some of my old pictures:

This is an artist.  You can tell by her funny hair.

Oh, and I guess also by her paintbrush and easel.

I just realized I forgot to draw her paint.  I guess this particular artist lives life on the edge, walking from the palette in one room to the canvas in the other, daring--daring--the paint to side with gravity and fall on the carpet along the way.

I feel like I should write something here.

DONE.

And now it’s time for me to cave like the weakling I am and go purchase an iced latte.  I think I’ll ignore the fact that I don’t have a job and buy the biggest size because I’m in an overcompensating mood.  Have a lovely day!

How Breakfast Ruined My Day

I started Saturday off with the very best of intentions: I was going to wake up early and spend the day writing my next blog post so that on Sunday all I would have to do is draw a few pictures.  I woke up on time and everything was going smoothly until I made the fateful decision...to eat breakfast.

Now, I’m not a monster--I know that breakfast is not in itself a bad thing.  It can be a very good thing--heck, along with lunch and dinner, it’s one of my favorite meals of the day.  But sometimes breakfast is a jerk.  This is one of those times.

The thing is, I cannot work while eating a meal.  In my brain, mealtimes are designated break-times and to even think about thinking otherwise is unthinkable.  So since I had decided to begin my day with a nutritious breakfast, I could not in good conscience start my intended blogging right away.  And this is where my productive day began to slide downhill.  Because before doing anything else I had to take a break.

...from sleeping.

After slaving away in the kitchen for five minutes, I came out with a bowl of cold cereal and a mug of hot coffee, and set up my laptop to watch an episode of Firefly online.  When I finished my episode, I decided to check my email, you know, since I had the internet open and everything.  But, as always happens, checking my email quickly turned into checking my Facebook and wandering aimlessly around the internet, and before I knew it, I heard my stomach grumbling again.  I looked at my watch--I lie; I don’t have a watch--I looked at the upper right-hand corner of my computer screen and saw that it was lunchtime.

Well, we’re all familiar with the no work while eating law that governs my existence, and so obviously I had to watch another episode of Firefly.  There really was no other choice.  So I ate my lunch and I watched my show, and then I decided it would be best to ease myself into getting to work by washing the dishes that have piled up in the sink since I moved in.

I hate washing dishes (even though you might not be able to tell it from the picture) and so by the time I was done with them, I felt like I really really deserved a break.  I’d worked hard!  I’d cleaned dishes from when I cooked chicken the night before, dang it!

And so I returned to my laptop for a Facebook and internet-wandering break.  I didn’t set a time limit for my break, though, so by the time I remembered there was something I was supposed to be doing, it was late afternoon, I was still sitting on my bed in my pajamas, and I had not done any work at all on my blog.  My brain was no longer in the gung-ho let’s write mood that it was in earlier, before that ill-advised breakfast.  It was more in the let’s spend hours on the internet doing nothing mood.  It was like I physically could not get myself to start writing.

I finally gave up and accepted that nothing was going to get done.  I’d have to do the whole blasted thing, drawings and all, on Sunday.

So I watched another episode of Firefly, cursing breakfast all the while.

Aaaaand because I feel like there weren't enough pictures this week: