Last night I was worried about the camping trip and couldn't fall asleep.
Mostly my worries were about coming to terms with my two addictions.
My family would probably guess that the internet is one of those addictions, but I am actually quite pleased to be away from internet and cell phone for a few days. Given a choice between trees, mountains, fresh air, stars (!!!), and a day spent wasting time on my computer, I hope I'd pick the trees, mountains, fresh air and stars (!!!) every time.
So that hasn't been bothering me.
No, my two addictions are (1) daily bathing (aka keeping my hair clean) and (2) COFFEE.
Addiction (1) kept me up for quite a long time, while I pondered the level of cleanliness that could be attained by bathing in a [cold!] body of water where fish live. I think I will be able to come to terms with this before next week, but it may be a little hard.
As for (2), my first panic was "what am I going to take to drink my coffee in?" My second panic was about whether I should take my mom's French press (if she would let me?) or get a French press. Because one French press won't be enough. Actually, two French presses may not be enough. The third panic was about which beans to bring, because of course they'll have to be already ground, and how depressing it would be if I got some inferior beans and showed up and Nate's French press was stocked with better beans.
Anyhow, I'm happy that this is the gist of my worries. But still . . .
2 comments:
I'm glad to hear of your bathing patterns, but since when are you a coffee addict? So sad . . .
Uh, I somehow feel like my ladylikeness has been compromised by the mention of the word "bathing." I could probably just get by cleaning my hair with vodka, eh?
Compared to some people I went to school with (whose names I will not mention), I am NOT a coffee addict. I can quit anytime. Really.
I've done it.
Repeatedly.
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