I have done it this time. I've gotten myself addicted to caffeine again—more specifically, Diet Coke. Only, I'm not suppose to consume it. See, I have this stupid kidney condition that prohibits me from ingesting caffeine & copious amounts of protein. This is most troublesome, as I am pretty much a health nut, and we all need protein to develop lean muscle mass. The other reason being, Diet Coke was at one point my LIFE BLOOD. You might have your coffee, I had my Diet Coke.
So it's a bit problematic that I'm physically dependent on it again. I woke up in a horrible disposition today. I couldn't think. I was tired and grouchy. I had a headache and was light-headed. I wasn't going to give in. I was going to drink water. Boring, bland, water. But I'm weak. I knew the solution to my problem. It was Coke Zero, the new, tasty counterpart to Diet Coke that I've discovered since getting back on the stuff. It was sitting perched in the vending machine, across the room from me as I sat through a brainstorming session. I couldn't think of anything else. So I sketched this....
An hour later I stood at a fountain and filled a cup full of the glorious, Aspartame-sweetened goodness. All was right with the world again.
storm rolling through. chicago tribune on the side of "We the Free". Marina Towers. Our hotel was next to these. It took me two full days to realize I recognized them from the Wilco album cover and the ISO50 poster. we had a pretty grand time.
I'm not a photographer, but I love to take pictures. I also love to draw & craft, & do a little designing, too (that's how I bring home the bacon, anyway). This blog is a place for the things that I love and the things that I create to come together in a blissful way. Have a look around, friend. Stay as long as you like.