Caffiend 6/10/2008

  I haven't been writing about my battles with caffeine (and empty calories) lately because there hasn't been anything to report. I'm sure a better writer could have made almost two weeks of nothing into something interesting. Maybe made a point about how mundane struggles and small, uninspiring moments eventually add up to a life story. If only I was one of those "talented" people you hear so much about.

  Like I said, it was a whole lot of nothing. There weren't any inspiring victories. I didn't manage to climb a mountain, cure Cancer, or completely kick the soda habit. I cut down a good deal, but it wasn't anybody's idea of cold turkey. My poultry products were lukewarm at best.

  Unfortunately (for narrative purposes, anyway), there also weren't any dramatic reversals. I didn't wake up in the doorway of an abandoned theater with an empty three-liter bottle of store brand cola jammed up my ass and a two day hole in my memory. I didn't knock over a delivery truck, drive it out onto the desert and snort soda syrup until I induced diabetes. I had a couple of cans here and there, but I didn't fall back into my old (two weeks ago) soda-drinkin' ways.

  Until yesterday.

  A few days of hot, swampy Philadelphia weather, a noisy window air conditioner and some stress-related aches and pains conspired to keep me from sleeping very well. I survived all weekend on grape juice and water, but coming back to work on Monday was the (really badass) straw that took out a 10 pound sledgehammer and pulverized the camel's spine. I fell off the wagon. Into a ravine. Where I promptly drowned in a river of high fructose corn syrup.

  As we speak, I am draining the last drops of a fountain soda that I got with my routine sandwich. The neglected sweet sensors in my tongue are buzzing with excitement, as I've kept them at speed for about 24 hours now. I have to convince myself that this is a temporary setback, rather than proof that I'm too weak to change even this small facet of my (shallow as a pond in a drought) character.

  Crap. I just realized that this actually is the most interesting thing happening in my brainpuddings right now. How sad.

The Machine, It Works!
  I've successfully created the world's first chronometeorological transfer device. This morning, I swapped the August heat and humidity in the Delaware Valley for the drab, dreary chilliness of mid-October. I'm still damp, but it's from rain and not sweat. I consider this a victory.

Stupid Weather Tricks
  Back in June, I groused about how summer heat in Philadelphia is invariably accompanied by horrible, indoor swimming pool level humidity. Yesterday, I was proven wrong. The high was around 90, but the humidity was low. The result was a sky of clear blue instead of hazy grey, a slight but pleasant breeze, and the opportunity for perspiration to actually evaporate.

  Well played, stationary high pressure system. Well played. I see what you did there.