Coffee Log, Day 343


Coffee: Locomotive Blend, PennyCup Coffee

Today I put a little bit of tapenade in my reheated pasta. It spiced it up a bit. It was nice.

I don’t have much to say. It was a long, busy day. The kind of day where you do so much you don’t feel like you’ve done anything. And now that it’s almost over there’s that panic like you’re going to lose something you can’t get back. I end a lot of days like that: lying in bed thinking about what I must have done wrong.

There’s two edges to pressure: you need it if you’re going to become anything; but it eats away at you every step.

I talked to a couple guys who didn’t believe in government for religious reasons. I thought that was a little ominous, but then one of them told me a story about how he saved a cockroach from getting squished by his wife. He took it outside. That made me feel a little better, or maybe just confused.

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Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis