it's

really late. i'm tired but can't sleep. i don't drink much coffee but today, simulatenously sipped a tall caramel machiatto and soy, vanilla latte until both were finished. then did this intense workout with the couple i'm staying with. then met up with friends. then had a cup of tea. then came home. then had a great conversation with my friend. then watched a few clips of "so you think you can dance," then tried to sleep. then decided to share all of the above with you.

you know that feeling that comes over you the moment you realized that you've unintentionally hurt someone? that dreadful distaste. someone is hurting because of something you did...that's the feeling i experience when i consume coffee. today, i downed a double shot of dread. twelve hours later, the dread returns in a new form of distaste as i can't seem to find the final ingredient for this delicious recipe called sleep.

if only if i hadn't eagerly volunteered to take the drink that the barista shouldn't have messed up :)

ps. i love the south. southern comfort reminds me of the aloha spirit, bringing families and communities of people together - food, family, and fun top the priorities of both!