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Coffee and Dreams and Swedish Meatballs
By SpaceCase | August 4, 2005
So, I’ve been kind of quiet lately. Basically because absolutely nothing is going on. Really. Life has been incredibly boring in a "same-old, same-old" kind of way. As proof, here is all I have to write about. You may want to take a big sip of coffee to keep yourself awake. Consider yourself warned – I will not be held responsible for any injuries incurred by heads hitting keyboards due to sudden sleep induced by my boring, boring life. Clear?
I’ve discovered why my neck has been aching on and off since I returned home from Florida. It’s because the pillows I bought at Target a few months ago have now flattened to the thickness of pancakes. Not the big fluffy pancakes you might find at IHOP – more like thin (buy yummy) Swedish pancakes you might get from Ann Sather. I must have woken up 10 times last night completely unable to move my neck without doing a mini sit-up to lift the entire top half of my body to shift to a more comfortable position. Nothing like an ab workout at 1 a.m. And 2:30 a.m. And 4 a.m. You get the picture.
This is what happens when you pay $2.97 for a pillow. Lesson learned.
I like my iced coffee crunchy. On days like today, when it’s hot and I haven’t slept well, and I can’t wait until afternoon to go to Starbucks, I’ll hit the coffee stand downstairs for an iced coffee. In it I pour lots of skim milk, and at least a tablespoon of real sugar. I love it when I take a sip through the straw, and can actually crunch the sugar particles with my teeth. To me, that’s the sign of the perfect iced coffee.
This may also explain my dentist bills, and my ever-widening ass.
Still awake? Wow. Better take another sip of coffee.
Good things are happening to people around me that I love and admire, and it is making me very, very happy. The good things are a result of their hard work and perseverance and maybe even a little luck, and I couldn’t be happier for them. I’m also a little bit impressed with myself, as I am a very jealous person and usually when good things happen to other people, a little part of me goes "man, I wish that was happening to me." This time, I feel nothing but joy and excitement for those involved. I’d like to think that it’s a sign of maturity as well as a sign that I am self-aware enough to know that there are certain experiences that can’t be in my realm of experience right now.
Don’t you love how I can take other people’s good news and make it all about me?
My usual bedtime routine includes reading a few pages of a book before drifting off to sleep. The caveat to this is that it must be a book I have already read. If it’s a book I haven’t read before, I end up falling asleep and the next day I forget what I’ve read or (more likely) I get too caught up in to the story/plot and end up reading way longer than I should, then have trouble getting to sleep.
This happened last night, when the heat and humidity forced me from the living room to the bedroom early in the evening. Since there’s no computer access or TV in the bedroom right now, I brought my current book with me – The Devil Wears Prada, which I received as a gift for my birthday. I ended up reading all evening, and then was so close to the end I didn’t want to stop and put it down. But at this point, Mr. Martini wanted to get some sleep, so I moved from the cool bedroom to the hot, hot, living room and stayed up late to finish the book. I enjoyed the book, but finishing it right before I went to sleep made me have stress dreams all night about working for crazy Miranda and Starbucks and raw sugars and town cars.
I also dreamed I was sleeping on a pancake. Which I don’t think had anything to do with the book.
I am having these incredible urges to go shopping at IKEA. I think it’s all of the talk about moving to a new apartment, and knowing that there’s an IKEA just "down the road" in Shaumburg that is just making me a little decorating-happy. Even though we don’t have a new place yet. Jump the gun much?
The only problem is the fact that we don’t have a car. So to get there, I would have to take a bus to the El, take the El to another bus, take that bus to a Mall, then take a shuttle bus from the Mall to Mecca… er, IKEA. This trip would take about 2 hours (if everything is running on time). Then I’d still have to pay a delivery charge if I do end up getting some of the items I really really want. But the Ikea, it is calling my name. SpaceCase! SpaceCase! Cheap Swedish furniture awaits you! Plus, we have meatballs! Come to Iiiikkkeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh!
It’s a siren song, y’all. The two hour trip EACH WAY might be the only cure.
That’s it, folks. That’s all I got.
Hey, wake up! I’m done!
(And you, in the back, you’ve got a little drool right… yeah, you got it.)
Topics: Daily Ramblings | 5 Comments »
August 4th, 2005 at 2:58 pm
I’m drooling, but it’s the lack of wisdom teeth/numbness. Not you.
IKEA is about to open a store in Bolingbrook about 100 feet from my in-laws’ house. Hold off on going for a bit. I’m far more willing to help people get to the SW suburbs than the NW suburbs….
August 4th, 2005 at 3:22 pm
I would totally offer to drive thee to Ikea – especially once they open the one in Bolingbrook which is WAY closer to me. Except, I have a wee little car, so you couldn’t actually buy anything big. Which would defeat the whole purpose.
August 4th, 2005 at 3:44 pm
“This may also explain my dentist bills, and my ever-widening ass.”
My ever-widening ass almost fell off my chair when I read this line. You are sneaky-funny Space. You get us to believe something is going to be unfunny and boring and then you sucker punch us with lines like this.
Thanks for that. And if you want, I can add ‘check out the ever-widening ass’ to my list after your inventation the other day to check out your rack. It is the least a friend could do.
August 4th, 2005 at 3:46 pm
of course I meant ‘invitation’ not the word I just invented above ‘inventation’
August 5th, 2005 at 2:58 am
I remember sleep. Now a night where my daughter doesn’t kick me in the face avery 20 minutes is bliss.