Was it really only two days ago that I gulped down that bitter cup of gas station coffee? It seems so much longer now. Had I known that it may be my last, I might have lingered longer at home that morning, ground my own beans, made use of my french press one last time, stirred in an extra measure of half & half. But now it’s too late, we know what we now know about the demon bean, and we’re all left with the individual realities we have chosen. The twitches have not yet subsided. Twice an hour or so, a spasm takes me over bodily, covering my limbs with gooseflesh and forcing guttural, animistic noises from my mouth. I barely comprehend the chemical riot going on inside me right now, yet I cling to the hope that this last, dire self-deprivation may finally produce a positive data point in my battle to apply the scientific method to understand just what is wrong with my body and my mind.
“For one thing, the problem with caffeine is that there are adenosine receptors all over the body, including muscles. For me, that meant that caffeine made me vaguely stiff and sore, and it aggravated a tender lower back that was prone to spasm.” —
What Caffeine Actually Does to Your Brain (via leff)
Well, that’s completely fucking horrifying. I’ve actually done elimination diets a couple of of times to test the results on my joint and muscle pain, but never considered eliminating caffeine. Perhaps due to the whole ‘crippling addiction’ thing. Here we go, I guess.
Spent the whole day staring at a piece of code I don’t even necessarily see the utility of, while feeling progressively stupider that I couldn’t make it work. So yeah, prepping for when classes start, totally.
Edit to add that yes, it does indeed now work. That wasn’t clear, perhaps. I am so tired you guys.
OK, I Tineye’d this to no avail. Does anyone perhaps know who this ridiculously handsome man is? The photographer? ANYTHING? (via sissydudeomen2)
Update: Thanks to super awesome internet sleuth groc, we now know that one Damien Cox is both the photographer and the subject. And that’s how he likes it: he has over 500 self-portraits posted. BRB, I have important research to do.
:’(
I can fluidly context-switch between American English, British English, African American English, Southern English, Southern African American English, Gay, Southern African American Gay, LOLcat, and ONTD. Can read closed captions on Telemundo, like, really fast. My objective is to get paid for this.
You’re on your dashboard or in a feedreader* or something right now, so clicken ze link and then click on “search” at the top. Super fancy! I also made this tumblr-related userscript and never linked to it (I think).
* And if so, you’re missing my hilarious tags.
Occasional Superheroine: Failure
buzzfeed: 25 Awful Star Trek Tattoos
“‘Who’s Josh Groban?’ Kill yourself.”