I am going to walk to coffe and breakfast. This means finding clothes and putting them on.

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My very first article has just been published. There are a couple final edits that piss me off in their utter ridiculousness, but for the most part, I guess it's a good story.

Next Tuesday, I should have another one out. But today, today is the first. It's not the first time I've ever been published; I've been in school literary magazines many times. It's been a while, though.

Page 5, the science page, and there are (for the most part) my words, the words I've been seeing on Microsoft Word for the past two weeks, in print. There's even a border around them. And my name in bold.

Somewhere on campus, there are five people who actually care about science. Two of them read the Daily. One will only have the time to read the flashy article on hydrogen fuel cells. The other, whose name might be Penelope Clearwater, from Bodega Bay, California, will read my words and learn something, having witnessed the beginning of a career.

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Yay PC!

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I can drink mediocre coffee, but not crap.

Clearly not a true addict. I love good coffee, but I can drink any coffee. I don't think I've ever left the house without having had coffee, but I have had the magic coffeemaker with a timer for 20 years.

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Yay for the article-publishing!

In meme news, I have determined that what I thought was a nickel allergy also includes something else, because the nickel-free belly helix ain't doing it for me. It's not infected, it's reacting. Again. It is possible that the company simply sold me tainted jewelry, but I'm done taking chances on this. Upon consultation, my allergist says I should get titanium belly jewelry since it never causes an allergic reaction. And so...I have ordered a couple of them. Man, this is way more work (and money) than I thought it was going to be.

I now have invested a whole lotta money in body jewelry I can't wear. Grumble.

Edit:

Clearly not a true addict.

Oh, sadly, I am. I have broken down and had the really bad stuff, I just hate it.

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Clearly not a true addict.

I would say the definition of a true coffee addict IS someone who will, if they have no other option, drink shitty coffee. Because I *so* will, if I must. And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.

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And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.

No, that would be me.

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Cindy, I think that the new snow is supposed to be mostly tomorrow. At least, that's what boston.com said. I hope it's right. I want to get home.

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Stack the Cats score: 141,900; Level 14

I think I need an intervention.

Clearly not a true addict.

I would say the definition of a true coffee addict IS someone who will, if they have no other option, drink shitty coffee. Because I *so* will, if I must. And I am Queen Coffee Addict of the World.

I love coffee and am a true caffeine addict. I get headaches if I don't have caffeine. But some rutgut is just that. The thing is, I don't ever not have coffee. We *don't* run out. I have the teabag-like Coffee bags, in case we do run out, and even bought a cast iron kettle for my fireplace, in case the power goes out, so that I can have coffee. Not yet having my coffee is, to me, as much of a reason to be late, as alarm clock failure.

Cindy, I think that the new snow is supposed to be mostly tomorrow. At least, that's what boston.com said. I hope it's right. I want to get home.

Oh, for your sake, I hope so. For Ben's sake, I hope not. I know, let's both hope it comes late Wednesday night, instead.

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I'm terribly addicted to popcap's Astro pop. And now cat stacker.

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