Caffine

Makes me want to do crazy things. Typically smash things. Also, I noticed it makes me angry. Yes, those two things are mutually exclusive. I have had urges to smash things without being angry. Perhaps I will start trying to drink decaf to lower the hate, but still enjoy the taste. Surprisingly decaf espresso actually tastes very similar to regular espresso.

That is all. I will now return to controlling my desire to throw some plates around while working.

In the middle of the bible belt...

...and still feeling like I am right at home. 'How?', you many be thinking. Starbucks. No matter where I am, Starbucks is always the same. The drinks taste the same, the atmosphere is the same, the baristas have a similar look about them. Typically, I find that not to be a good thing. When I visit a new place, I like to experience the local establishments; see what people do differently based on their geography. And Oklahoma City was no exception. At first I went searching for local gems and found a couple very delicious places that I wish I could bring back home with me. But sometimes you get home sick, so I made the long trek over to a local Starbucks (they are pretty scarce downtown OKC). Stepping out of the inferno that is the OKC weather and into the Starbucks store, I felt like I just stepped through a teleporter and wound up back in TO. Sometime that is a good thing because as much as I hate Toronto, I also love Toronto.

Old Age != Crazy...

...With the right combination of meds. It is true. Since my last old age related blog, I have witnessed it. The scary thing is that there is a fine line after which those meds can add to the crazy. But hey, there is hope.

And another thing...

When you replace words like 'fuck' with 'fudge' or 'fucking whore' with 'flippn boar', you are fooling no one. It sounds ridiculous, and gives zero satisfaction. Don't bother!

Thank you. Now I'm done.