Coffee: Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee
I was out to dinner and had a glass of tequila but I would have rather been drinking mezcal. Something with a story to it. Caught up in the lime lights of my glass, all my friends talking, and I didn’t want to hear any of it.
I’ve been trying to reset my schedule. I’ve been waking up earlier, pushing back the hours. Bedtime, though, isn’t budging. I get under the covers at 9:30 and I’m restless, or something comes up. Last night I dreamed about college. Old as I am now and back in it, taking chemistry classes, skipping all the lectures, worried I’ll fail the tests. A classic dream. Driving back from the restaurant, my friend said he’d also had it. We were in the same classroom, I guess. We’d had the same pressures. Closer in those dream-time labs than reality.
It’s a cold night. Maybe I’ll feel better once I find the covers.
Currently Reading: Another Country, James Baldwin
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And in the town too were innumerable white cantinhas, where one could drink forever on credit, with the door open and the wind blowing.Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano