Wednesday, January 7, 2009

I've begun measuring my early mornings in ounces. Ounces of caffeine. A late night a little sleep might be 32 oz. An especially hard day, and I might consume those in a Diet Dr. Pepper. I can't get it for free as my break item, but the styrofoam grail holds the key to my office moral. If I'm feeling a little cheap I'll mix some Barq's with Diet Coke and get it for free. Never quite as satisfying but with only 10 hours left to go until I crash into an unmade bed I make do.

1 comment:

my ghostwriter said...

i love you top notch.
and the veriword: crizeste.
sounds like your syndrome.




that was a slight haiku.