Smartplug (Under)Caffeination Lab Experiment
An attempt to switch out coffee for matcha this morning / my body is a lab experiment / which hasn’t gone so well. Writing this paragraph post-matcha on the phone as I wait for water to boil for coffee. I’ve made innumerable changes for my health; this will not be one of them. Deargod give me back my coffee.
I’ve found that I prefer my disconnected self or at least a more thoroughly policed connection; mindful, I suppose, though I hate that fucking word now.
Life, in contrast: bought a smart plug under the pretenses of not having to contort my body into all sorts of weird positions to — (Drip, Chemex, drip, with your sweet nectar of anxious life) — turn on the Christmas tree lights. Superentertainingfuntime on, off, from the Watch... I know I’m probably sending messages to the sleeper-robot apocalypse cell – and that the right on-off combination will, like the dude with the pen in GOLDENEYE, trigger Judgement Day or Sean Bean – but I don’t care. Buttons are always amusing. And now I have one on my proto-Pip Boy. Wasteland here I come.
And though I know I'm probably in for some wild mental gesticulations in the matcha/coffee ropeadope, I have coffee now and thus, you are all safe. It is so decreed – though maybe I will stick with just one cup of coffee henceforth.
