Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Oh for the love of caffeine, or why I shouldn't be allowed to leave the house without adult supervision
There hasn't been much happening in the Mac universe lately, so for now you'll just have to settle for this little story of mine. Anyone who likes to see me suffer should enjoy this one:
At eight o'clock this evening I did something that I haven't done at eight o'clock in probably six months or more: I went to bed. So worn out I just crashed, you know. But I remembered that I'd forgotten to take by medication, so I get out of bed and head for the kitchen, only to recall that I had completely run out of soda. Now I'm not enough of a caffeine addict that I need an intervention, but I am enough of a caffeine addict that I need it in the morning, if you know what I mean. But I was exhausted enough that I wasn't thinking clearly enough to figure out that I could just drive a hundred yards in the morning to get myself a cold soda from the convenience store, so I mistakenly concluded that I needed to go to the store this evening. And since I needed a few other things as well, I figured I might as well skip the convenience store and head to the grocery store a mile and a half away. And since I was exhausted, I figured I'd take the back roads, which are really empty, so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone else on the road.
So you can probably see where this is headed, right?
I got part way to the store and, like clockwork, my tire went flat. It was after dark and I was in the middle of nowhere, and because I chose to take the back roads, it was pitch black. But that was alright because I keep a flashlight in my car...except that last week, we were having so many power outages around here that I took my flashlight out of the car for use in the house. So no big deal, I was just going to have to jack up the car in the dark...except that no matter how many times I tried, I just couldn't seem to find a stable point on which to do so. Because, you know, it was pitch black. No problem, though, I've got relatives living all over this town, one of whom is an automobile enthusiast and knows more about my car than I do, so I could just drag him over here and he could help me jack it up, right? Except, of course, for the fact that my relatives in town all decided go out of town this evening. Perhaps this was a sign that I should have gone with them.
Out of better options, I locked up the car and walked home. I'd just have to walk back to the car in the morning, and with the added benefit of daylight, change the tire. It was a long enough walk, but that's what iPods are for. I finally got home, only to realize that I still didn't have any soda for the morning...and now, I wasn't going to have a car to go get one in the morning. So I did what any addle-brained caffeine addict would do: I walked to the convenience store and bought some. And then I did what any blogger with writer's block would do: I wrote about it.
Oh well, at least I've got my soda for the morning. With the kind of morning I'm in for, I think I'll more than earn it. Now for some sleep.
There hasn't been much happening in the Mac universe lately, so for now you'll just have to settle for this little story of mine. Anyone who likes to see me suffer should enjoy this one:
At eight o'clock this evening I did something that I haven't done at eight o'clock in probably six months or more: I went to bed. So worn out I just crashed, you know. But I remembered that I'd forgotten to take by medication, so I get out of bed and head for the kitchen, only to recall that I had completely run out of soda. Now I'm not enough of a caffeine addict that I need an intervention, but I am enough of a caffeine addict that I need it in the morning, if you know what I mean. But I was exhausted enough that I wasn't thinking clearly enough to figure out that I could just drive a hundred yards in the morning to get myself a cold soda from the convenience store, so I mistakenly concluded that I needed to go to the store this evening. And since I needed a few other things as well, I figured I might as well skip the convenience store and head to the grocery store a mile and a half away. And since I was exhausted, I figured I'd take the back roads, which are really empty, so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone else on the road.
So you can probably see where this is headed, right?
I got part way to the store and, like clockwork, my tire went flat. It was after dark and I was in the middle of nowhere, and because I chose to take the back roads, it was pitch black. But that was alright because I keep a flashlight in my car...except that last week, we were having so many power outages around here that I took my flashlight out of the car for use in the house. So no big deal, I was just going to have to jack up the car in the dark...except that no matter how many times I tried, I just couldn't seem to find a stable point on which to do so. Because, you know, it was pitch black. No problem, though, I've got relatives living all over this town, one of whom is an automobile enthusiast and knows more about my car than I do, so I could just drag him over here and he could help me jack it up, right? Except, of course, for the fact that my relatives in town all decided go out of town this evening. Perhaps this was a sign that I should have gone with them.
Out of better options, I locked up the car and walked home. I'd just have to walk back to the car in the morning, and with the added benefit of daylight, change the tire. It was a long enough walk, but that's what iPods are for. I finally got home, only to realize that I still didn't have any soda for the morning...and now, I wasn't going to have a car to go get one in the morning. So I did what any addle-brained caffeine addict would do: I walked to the convenience store and bought some. And then I did what any blogger with writer's block would do: I wrote about it.
Oh well, at least I've got my soda for the morning. With the kind of morning I'm in for, I think I'll more than earn it. Now for some sleep.
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