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withdrawal

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Sydney, 2000.08.24

This no-coffee thing is about all I can think about. The company is going nuts around me right now, and all I can think of is how the f*ck I'll make it to 5 PM without sweet sweet coffee when everyone else is gulping it down. Especially Judd, another DBA I'm working with, who drinks the stuff the way my brother used to smoke cigarettes - two fisted!

Well, I made it til 5. I don't know how.As I sit here at home, happily drinking a small cup of Coke to fend off the pain in my caffeine-starved head (and thereby blowing a hole in this supposed diet), I note that there's yet another thunder storm passing out to sea just south of the city. This place has pretty - and largely rainless(!?) thunderstorms in winter - don't they realize that the Canadian option of months of sleet, snow, cold, and cloud can be a nice change from perpetual Summer?

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov