...there's beauty in the breakdown...

780 words and counting - that's *almost* half, I suppose. More like a third. Somewhere between the two.

I've been thinking about becoming a biochemist or geneticist in order to study whether the differences in which we drink coffee are hereditary or not. It occurs to me that I drink coffee quite quickly, without really stopping to really taste it - the same way in which my father does. I used to always tease him about it - "you don't really like coffee, look how fast you drink it".

Which makes me think that maybe I don't really like coffee either (blasphemy!) and drink it only because I recognize in it a means to an end (read: the ability to stay awake so I can write my papers and not fail).

Last night w/ Mike S. on MSN - his handle is "Alright caffeine, do your thing".

Me: HAHAHAHA I just made a fresh pot too so I feel your pain. Midterm or paper?
Him: Midterm, tomorrow. You?
Me: Two papers, Tuesday.
Him: Ouch, good luck.
Me: You too, see you on the dark side.
Him: For sure, major drunkenness will abound this weekend.