This is probably going to be very stream-of-conscious. I make no apologies. I blame the latest promotion at McDonald's
I swear I am seeing triple. This is a terrible idea for a caffeine addict. I think I've had about 7 gallons of the stuff. Tastes like absolute pisswater.* Rich Burlew writes about why a bad cup of coffee is good, because it reminds you of every great cup you've had. It's spot on. I am having flashbacks of flashbacks of Starbucks.
I am writing in triplicate all at once. I said that. I am seeing triple.
The project continues, and continues to be above my pay grade. Yet I muddle on.
I had a bit I wanted to write about, but I forgot. I literally wrote an entire post in my head on the way home from McDonald's today, but then I blinked and it was gone.
So a few observations on getting older:
I reached the age when a good dump is often better than a good hump.
My father has reached the age where he actively gives a shit about how people separate their garbage.
I have yet to make a spelling error while typing this. That is unprecedented. I feel, aside from being extremely jittery, incredibly focused. As if, with the ingestion of copious amounts of coffee, I have found a physical and perceptual clarity.
I'm as loopy as a jaybird when I talk, blathering like a coked-up Robin Williams. But my sense, my hands, everything is moving with a sort of incredible, supernal grace. I think...
This leads me to suspect what others have told me, that I might have adult ADD. It would explain a whole bunch of variables.
This pretty much sums up McDonald's brilliant plan.
*Special thanks to Jon Walbrun for the name.
**Note - It's actually pretty good. And free. So I can't really complain except for hyperbole.
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