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July 18, 2002
Got my brain back.
Today has been a good day. The first good day I've had since moving to London.
My brain arrived today! I feel more like myself now that we have been reunited. It had been sitting in a self-storage facility in Pacifica for months before it was sent to London on a ship that took its time chugging though the Pacific and Atlantic, along with some other personal items. Having seen the condition of the boxes when they were unloaded from the truck, I am forever grateful to the inventor of bubble wrap, because without it my brain and my other precious things would surely have been crushed.
My brain is really just this little piece of coral that I found somewhere, I can't even remember where anymore or even how long I've had it. It just somehow ended up on my desk next to my computer, and I got to calling it my brain because it sort of looks like a brain. I'm not the type of person who has lots of clutter or junk or gobs of paraphernalia scattered all over their work area, but I became attached to the brain. Maybe because its kind of ugly and not really worthy of sitting on a desk, like say, a shiny red stapler or a cute beanie baby or whatever. But now that I have it along with all the other things that sort of make up who I am, like photographs and coffee mugs, it makes me remember who I am, or at least who I was.
I made myself a cup of coffee this morning, something I haven’t gotten around to doing since I got here. Because I am sort of a coffee snob, and I haven't gotten around to buying a coffee grinder yet. But I finally broke down and bought some coffee at Starbucks. I had it ground for French press, even though I have one of those cone-thingies, because back in Amsterdam whenever I got anything ground finer it would always end up in my cup. (French press takes the coarsest setting). So while I was searching through the cup boards for something to boil water in, I found a french press. Seems the people we rent from have good taste. (Well, they do as long as I try to forget about the zebra-print rug in the living room. Which isn’t that easy to do, seeing as it takes up the entire floor, but anyway.) The coffee was great. French roast in a French press, nice and dark and lovely! And coffee really is my drug. I don't think I can live without it. I sometimes forget this.
Posted by shannon at July 18, 2002 11:17 PM