Back from the dead?

Drugs: Three Red Bulls, sugared. Triple iced coffee, six pumps classic. Forgettable pinot noir, Blanton's (neat). TTT Trinidad, 5.0 x 50.

I have come to realize that I can describe my days in terms of the substances I use as I go through them, so this blog has a purpose again. If you were to read the older entries (not recommended), note that the experiment fell through or this would be a very different entry.

Began my day at precisely 4:13 AM, smashing the snooze button. Managed to only be three minutes late for my 6 AM shift -- expected to be doing much handholding, was not disappointed. The first Red Bull helped me hold myself together until the client finally got on site around 8. Finished the first and had started on the second right about the time the client and I realized the script for the morning had been put together by a bunch of trained monkeys. The third one was an afterthought, didn't really realize I was drinking it until the client's boss laughed at me because (apparently) I was shaking.

Got out of jail, grabbed my book, and went to Starbucks to indulge in vice #2. The total always seems to be different when I order a double ice coffee. This time it came out to $3.01, so I had them make it a triple so they didn't have to count out 99 cents. The one redeeming factor of that piece of shit movie Blood Diamond is the phrase TIA -- This Is Africa. Got about halfway through Ayaan Hirsi Ali - Infidel. Africa shouldn't be a place that's only spoken of in terms of a place to escape from.

Was often distracted by the scenery, but I still haven't figured out how to hit on someone at Starbucks. It would be easier if all the baristas didn't know me, but it's bad form to shit where you eat.

Followed up with some relatively uninspiring thai. The glass of wine complemented the meal (expensive but not extraordinary); meal was redeemed by the bourbon. Blanton's still manages to be the least inspiring top-shelf bourbon, but them having it was impressive enough that I had to drink it.

After dinner I was taking the TTT Trinidad to the dock for a relaxing evening. In Nashville, nature was a fat squirrel dragging a bagel up an oak tree. Here springtime is dropped in your lap. I managed to avoid all the frogs on the sidewalk, but I got downpoured on a little bit before ducking into the pool house to enjoy the smoke.

Still haven't managed to find a cigar that I truly enjoy past the first two draws. Still managed to smoke that one until it came apart. Nicotine is new for me, after I spend an hour with it it makes me do things, like call people. Called the girl I have no chance with and let her know that if she doesn't want to see me she should just tell me. Called the girl from freshman year for no particular reason.

Decided to bring the blog back from the dead.

Thought about calling you, but decided against it.