Hopped up on Zinderthrust!*

Hello, folks.

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. 

What I got done today.

Today I finished the Apology of Socrates. Nothing new, really. I had known these arguments from philosophy 101, when I had read it previously.

I also worked on Russian. I did not get very far. I can say about 4 things in Russian. Which is more than yesterday.

I tried to study at the bookstore, but they replaced the coffee shop with a damned frozen yogurt stand. The music they played was terrible; I think it was pop. I was desperate to listen only to the Audiobook. the volume of the music made that difficult. then a gaggle of kids showed up, shouting at each other over the damned music.

So I moved over to the food court, found the farthest corner from everyone, and suddenly I was surrounded by extremely rude employees of the mall, for whom talking loudly was not enough. They also decided bumping my table and my chair was also appropriate behavior. it wasn't like I was reading, or anything.

for those of you who say "You were at the mall, what did you expect?" I say "Honestly, a coffee shop in a quiet bookstore."

In addition to Russian I started parsing Spanish grammar. I also wrote an outline for the first chapter of my book.

It has been brought to my attention that the message is lost if the medium is incorrectly used. I shall attempt to use online resources to learn to type. I do hope you realize the sacrifice this means. All typing lessons are tedious. No matter how many dancing teddy bears and smiling anime cats they put on the screen, they cannot seem to get around the fact that all you are doing is pushing jkkjffdd for minutes on end. I'd rather get mauled by badgers.

This post probably took me a half an hour to write, just so you are aware of how long it takes for me to type.