Café Bustelo
Nov 21, 11:05
We are out of standard normal boring grade coffee and all I could find this morning was some instant stuff in a little yellow jar. I’m guessing it hails from Puerto Rico since most of the label was in Spanish. OK I said bravely, let’s make this work despite the obvious language barrier. I boiled one mug of water a la microwave and scooped in two spoons of the mysterious brown granules. After appropriate stirring, the resulting liquid had a nice but weak flavor. I was puzzled enough to actually read the little English that was on the jar and discovered it was instant expresso, meaning it was designed for making small amount of strong coffee, and not for filling my twenty-some ounce mug with standard grade brew. I added cream and sugar and decided to tough it out.
So I’m sitting here with my watery coffee and wondering WTF exactly I’m doing awake since I have no intention of getting any work done. At all. Thanksgiving is this week and then there will be Christmas and the New Year and then next semester and graduation. Just like that this college thing will be finished, and I’ll be able to spend more time on important things like sleeping and swearing about inadequate documentation.
I was (we were) in NYC last weekend for a short visit. It was supposed to be a little break from normalcy and I was hoping it would service as a moment of relief before the pre-holiday crunch. Unfortunately, it has not served this purpose in any way. The trip was the most pervasive de-motivator I have ever experienced. It has been a week to the hour since I returned to Chicago and all I want to do is go outside and walk until I find a dark, slightly musty room with a drum set in the corner where I can sit and play and tell most off the rest of the world to politely piss off.
I would sigh here normally but this is a text medium and I’ve always found myself feeling a little silly when I type out something like that.