I tell you what; there is nothing quite like feeling like you’ve been punched in the head.
I haven’t been punched in the head, but I certainly feel it. Maybe I need more coffee. Maybe I need more water. Maybe I need to go on a journey and find out where the source of the pain is coming from, then destroy that source with as much viciousness as I can.
That sounds like a rather smashing idea, so instead of doing the sensible thing and hydrating, I’m going to drink more coffee! After all, who needs to look after themselves when they can up their caffeine intake for absolutely no reason?
I’m so full of good ideas that I surprise myself with my genius level of good quality idea generation speeds.
Very hard to keep up with myself, sometimes. Hard to be this revolutionary and not be impressed. A lot of people wouldn’t understand, of course. Maybe one day, after many years of rumination they will be able to come to the understanding that I have long since left in the past. Maybe. There’s always hope, of course.
The one problem with getting more caffeine into my system is that I need to leave this building. I am feeling pretty comfortable where I am and thus I do not want to move around too much. Now I am faced with a dilemma.
Do I get up and abandon my comfortable seat in order to quench my desires, or do I sit here until I need to go elsewhere?
Maybe I should go with the hydration with the liquid known as water.
That poses its own problems, however. I would need to reach under this desk and to my bag where my bottle sits. Then I would have to drink from it. There is no caffeine in that water, so I cannot further my addiction to caffeine. I would diminish this headache, but I would also be taking a more sensible, responsible option and that is something that I am hoping to avoid with as much desperation as possible.
This is a dire situation. I really need to work out what to do.
I could go for both and then aim for the best of both worlds, but that would require even more effort and that is something that I want to avoid even more than being responsible.
I think that… I am leading myself into a circle that I shall not escape.
I am going to have to get up from here sooner or later.
There must be other options. There must be other ways. Maybe I can get someone to bring the coffee to me and I can keep sitting here. Maybe I could get said person to grab my water bottle for me and thus I save on an insignificant amount of energy.
Maybe I should get to studying.
I guess I should go for the water and think about coffee later. I do this unwillingly, of course.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:47:96
Kind of slow, kind of fast.
A silly little bit of text that I’m pretty happy with; at least, for the time being that is.
Written at UNSW.


