need

need coffee. so far, bad day.

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a day in new england

1. take coffee on porch whilst completing beading project begun during surgical recovery period and enjoying pleasant, gentle coversation
2. peanut butter and jelly, the healthiest and yummiest kind possible, on toasted millet bread
3. read
4. dress
5. walk “into town”
6. have lunch at cutesy restaurant
7. purchase art-related materials at art-related materials store
8. walk back to lovely house
9. drink tall iced coffee
10. take fierce nap
11. arise from fierce nap
12. prepare for evening activity
13. drive to local high school
14. witness both female and male roller derby
15. think about food, hunger, love, longing throughout day at different times
16. drive back to lovely house
17. consume, in a mindful manner, leftover foods from the past two evenings
18. perform bedtime ablutions

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begging for coffee

this morning i was positioned on the couch. time was passing. my palm centro was resting, with its battery removed, in a bowl of short-grain basmati rice. i had not yet had any coffee.

earlier, i had requested coffee, which is wrong. coffee is automatically provided with love on most days but especially on saturdays. on this day, however, the provider (i.e. my beloved) was busy cultivating her internet addiction. so, my first cup was requested and preparations did ensue.

i continued my couch positioning in earnest. no coffee appeared. i applied similisan allergy eye relief drops and waited. then i imitated our cat’s way of asking for what he wants. that is, i begin to lightly rattle the park slope food co op newsletter that was laid out on our coffee table, making a sweet yet annoying ‘thwap’ sound. it was instantly recognized as my wish for coffee.

i have drunk all of the coffee. which raises another important issue.

the two-cup bodum is inadequate for my weekend coffee-drinking needs.

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too much love

sometimes i think i love coffee too much. i really _love_ coffee. like, _love_ as in _love_. i think about it and have a special feeling inside. i long for it and look forward to it. my first sip of coffee is one of the best moments of my day. i think about life without coffee and feel deeply sad. when i am lecturing someone about quitting smoking, i think, what if someone were telling me to stop drinking coffee? i would hate it. i would not want a ‘patch.’ i would want a cup of coffee. i always want a cup of coffee.

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is it really too early for coffee?

one of the things i hate about waking up too early is that i am never sure whether it is time to start drinking coffee. for example, the cat woke me up at almost 5. it was too early then, because it was not clear whether i was going to be staying awake. i was not committed. now it’s almost six and i’m realizing that the rain has stopped and i have no legitimate reason to not go to the fabulous eight a.m. saturday morning yoga class. should i sleep more? the birds are chirping and i am tempted but the kitchen is not organized and it would be somewhat unpleasant to prepare my coffee amid the chaos of the kitchen. it is not time for chamomile tea, for that time has passed. it is time for coffee, or nothing. it is really never too early to hydrate but the water is in the other room and i am here, so hydration is being delayed.

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longing

i wish i could have a cup of coffee with my dinner. i cannot, for it is too late. i know this, but my longing persists. even decaf would be a negative input. soon it will be bed time, which puts me that much closer to my beloved first cup of tomorrow.

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longing

there is a new kind of decaffeinated coffee in my life. it is called mexican natural something or another and it comes from the bulk aisle of the park slope food co op. there isn’t much left in my house and this upsets me greatly because I want there to be a lot here all the time. I would like some now but I am on the couch. I can’t imagine how great it would be to have a cup now.

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