"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."

Yass yass. Jack London said it best. He's right, you know.

I'm trying not to worry so much. Trying to write more. And I need to call Noelle. I found $5 in my pants doing laundry the other day, so I can afford coffee now. Hurrah! I mean, I know Noelle offered to buy me a cup last time we went-- which was sweet of her-- But... Well, call it pride, or mayhaps a sort of independence/humility. I have this fear of mooching. Oh I know- a cup of coffee is far from mooching...
My sister asked if I wanted to go see Elektra this Friday. But I have no money, I told her. Well, okay, I've got that fiver, but it's not enough to do both.(Coffee & the Movie) And in the spirit of honesty, I think it would be better spent at coffee with Noelle.

Coffee. Jim and I discussed our caffeine intake today. He thought his was quite high(1/2 to 2/3 a pot of coffee and 3-4 20 oz bottles of Mt. Dew) Myself, I drink possibly the same amount of pop, but I'll drink at the least 1 pot of coffee. And we make our coffee much differently. We both have 12-cup coffee pots. He puts one scoop of coffee grounds. I use three. When I told him this, he looked at me as though I was nuts.
"THREE?? My God, Woman!"
"I know. "
"I'll bet you're just bouncing off the walls."
"When I get about half way into the pot, I'm talking to myself and pacing 'round the room."
It's like crack, man! And I love it! I really don't know if mine's normal and his is weak or his is normal and mine's strong. I do know that on days when all I've had is his coffee, I'll get a headache.
Speaking of vices,
I'm going to quit smoking. It's that time of year where my body reminds me how much smoking fucks with my respitory system. I only had three cigarettes today. Good for me!