Ok So

Without much sleep, I am sitting here, cup of coffee beside me, reading blog posts, and trying to figure out, what the hell am I doing up, when I should have gone back to bed. Of course there’s the nap routine, then there’s countless cups of strong, black coffee. Then there’s just go with the flow, and see what comes of it.

3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction

It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good to walk in the quiet solitude, of the tree lined street he resides on.

When he returned home, he felt like a new man, and the stroll helped clean out the cobwebs in his head. After all was said and done, Ned went back to bed, and before you know it, he was out like a light.

No Wonder I Felt Like Crap

For the past three days, I was walking/sitting in a stupor, and/or more like a zombie. I could not figure out why I was feeling like crap. Having dull headaches didn’t exactly feel great. I would take Advil a couple of times a day, and I was surprised, since Advil always did the job.

It sucked big time, as all I felt like doing was lay on the couch, and doze off. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I had to push myself to look and read the numerous blogs that I follow, and it came to the point, that I would either ignore some, or delete some of the email notifications, as I don’t use the Word Press Reader. (That’s a story for another time).

Well now, come this morning (Sat the 31st), I arose from bed turned on the coffee maker, and still was having the headaches. I drank some of the coffee, and I went back into the kitchen to the rest in the mug, it was staring me right in the face. The coffee I was drinking was decaf. Bingo! No wonder I was feeling like crap.

I went into action, made a fresh pot of Seattle’s Best No 5 Coffee, and when it was ready, poured what was left of the decaf shit down the drain, poured the good stuff into the mug, and I was good to go. Took a couple of Advil, and headache was gone in a few minutes, and felt like a new man.

Caffeine headaches, feeling sleepy and what not, feels like a junkie suffering from withdrawals.

The Good Word

Another conversation between he and she.

She: Good morning.
He: Good morning, or is it a good morning.
She: I see your not in a good mood.
He: Me?
She: Yes, you.
He: Do you really want to know why I’m not in a good mood?
She: Please tell.
He: Well … I slept like shit.
She: Shit is not a good thing.
He: You got that right.
She: Since you slept as you say, like shit then that is not a good thing.
He: Correct.
She: So how I can help you to make this a good morning?
He: First off, I need a good, strong mug of black coffee.
She: That’s a good thing for you.
He: Coffee is good, and good for the soul too.
She: I’ll stick with a good cup of tea.
He: Tea is good, but I’m not a morning tea drinker.
She: I know that.
He: Good that we agree on that.
She: How’s the coffee?
He: As good as it gets.
She: Good.
He: Now that the coffee is working, it looks like it’s going to be good day.
She: I love it when you have a good day, and a good evening too.
He: A good day, makes everything right with the world.
She: I hope tonight you get a good night’s sleep.
He: I’m planning on it.
She: Good of you to say that.
He: It’s all good.