Its been a long time since I've had at least a warm coffee that I've made. I either get so wrapped up in what I'm doing and I forget it's there until it has the same temperature as a glass of water or...nope it's the first thing.
Coffee isn't the essence of life for me, although, it could be. I don't require it (well in a sense that I could go without one, but if I don't I get terrible headaches, which I hear are all in my head anyway - ba-doom-tish!) but I like the actual flavour of it. I never used to, finding a coffee coated Revel used to be like Russian Roulette. I'd chew into it, and immediately die of painful and agonising taste, and then I realised I could just spit it out and go for the malteaser one instead. Though, thankfully, my tastes have changed. I can't eat things that are too sweat nowadays though, and again, that's a good thing.
But it's odd how things change, and have the ability to change, don't you think? I suppose that's one of the wonders of life the universe and everything, the ability to change. And if life didn't change, social situations didn't evolve, personal dynamics (I sound like a Sims loading screen) didn't adapt, things would either stay the same or fall apart, and it's that ability to alter our own ideas that, I suppose, makes us so brilliant, and keeps things fresh and moving, onward to a better dawn.
Needless to say, that was all waffle because nothing much in my life (that I can tell you about) happened yesterday. I did, however, manage to pull all the muscles in my lower back, and by lower back, it's more the area of the body I fondly call my gluteus maximus. But rather like Mallard said, you gotta keep going if you want to be bootylicious (I'm paraphrasing-ish)... How did I manage that you ask? Well to keep a sense of mystery to it I'll just say that it involved a couple of fish tanks and a pump-truck.
I've got 9 hours today, 12 hours tomorrow, and 9 on Monday before I'm off on Tuesday. And I find that that's the best way to recover from a broken arse, you've got to work it out (or does the song say jerk it out?)
The heatwave is coming again, my phone says it could get up to 25 degrees on Tuesday. Yep, I thought it too, my phone's finally stopped telling the truth because it knows I call it names behind its back and long to change it to something else.
Oh well, as I've successfully not talked about anything this time, I think I'll leave it at that. You guys have a nice day now:
When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.