poptarts.txt

Last night I wrote this. It was really really late. I guess that I really can't do much beyond apologize. I started writing at around 1:30am after grabbing a Pop Tart and a glass of milk. It's strange what follows when you type 'vi poptarts.txt' hit the carriage return, and just start typing whatever comes to your mind.

I've begun to subsist on a rapidly less healthy diet. I'm happy about this, but probably not for any good reason. The first problem is that after my obsessive juice drinking phase reached its peak, I almost stopped drinking hard booze. Now I'm down to an occasional beer. Mountain Dew Consumption is up a bit, but I blame that on the fact that my Coffee Consumption has dropped considerably lately. I only make a pot of coffe on the days that I have an early class for the most part. It's much trickier than at work where I had a 1 in 3 chance of already made coffee ready for the drinking.

So the beverages are a bit wacked out.

But then there's the food thing. I've eaten out a lot the past few months. Nearly every lunch in fact. It was a bit wasteful, but it was typically a fun social time for everyone involved. I miss it. Back then, Lunches were frequent and dinners become less so. Or at the very least, smaller. Pizza is typically a staple on at least one weekend, and often a weekday. But now I'm home many afternoons. So I'm in the kitchen and one of my roommates typically makes food. I'm reminded that I'm still human and have certain physical needs. So I need to make food. Nate reintroduced me to pasta. Well, maybe he just highlighted different form it can take. Previously the bulk of my dinners were composed of a box full of stuff that I could heat 'n eat. Pasta-Roni, Rice-a-Roni. Macaroni and Cheeze (please). Occasionally alternating with Hot Pockets or some similiar microwavable italian meal. I've phased off the Ravioli type meals. I suspect they will return to my diet come winter.

Oh yeah. Pasta. Nate buys his pasta in components! I wasn't really aware that you could do that outside of the high tech cassaroles my mother made in the days of old. I buy noodles. And from a nearby shelf I select a jar of sauce. No powder. I'm off that crap. My jar is labeld Meaty with Sauted Mushrooms. And there is big chunks of actual meat and mushrooms in there. It's great.

But thats a lunch thing. Rarely do I make myself dinner. I mean, I'm eating a sizable late lunch. And let's be realistic, I'm not running marathons all day, I'm sitting on a couch writing code, doing homework. Occasionally I've been know to go to class though. That's like 8 blocks each way. I make that journey several times a day at a fairly brisk pace. It's the closest thing to excersize I've got sine require Health classes I took way back when I was just a wide eyed freshman.

So anyway, a little while ago I got hungry, and I rummaged around on my shelf in the pantry, and lo-and-behold, "dreamweaver" begins to play in the background as I discover my economy size box of Kellogs Pop Tarts Toaster Pastries of various flavors. I think I selected one from the red box. That could be any of a dozen flavors. Apples are red. Cherrys are red. Cinammon could be red. Raspberry's are red too, but raspberry slushy's are blue. I don't bother reading reading the box to find out- The relationship is sweet, but short.

This is a normal night. A late night snack and I'm ready to rumble. One last round through the email. Probably another 50 or 60 to read. I haven't checked it since 8, and its nearly 1. I love friday nights. The email load is way lighter. It's typically a surfable tidal wave compared to a bad tuesday where I spend 3 or 4 straight hours simply reading and replying to the hundred odd messages that have accumulated.

So I've finished up my glass of milk, and plot out tomorrow and realize its pretty much the same as today: write code, read and write email, probably drink a cup of coffee. Have a pasta based lunch. And basically sit on my couch and hammer out whatever perl script I'm working on at the moment. I love perl.

It's basically an endless cycle. Pop Tarts go in my mouth, and I keep pecking at these buttons hour after hour. Humanity has come a long way since the days when the closest thing to entertainment was a public stoning.