Paulo turned 3 today and we celebrated by going out to Fresh Eats in Colma with a coupon.
We had ice cream, pizza, mac and cheese, and a bunch of other supposedly healthy foods. As usual, I of course had the coffee at the end of the meal. They must have just made it because it was very strong. So strong that earlier tonight I actually felt my heart start beating a little bit faster and I was, if I dare to admit it, a little short of breath.
Is that healthy for a man of my age? I've never had to worry about my mortality before. However, as I age and my body starts to feel just a little bit more sore each morning I wake up, and my knees start to feel tight, and the balls of my feet start bruising, I have to consider my own mortality - it's a harsh reality that weighs on my back.
So instead of doing anything about my impending doom, instead of some carpe diem type shit, I'm typing and tweeting and blogging and computing and networking and all that fucking shit to stay "connected." To what exactly, I'm not so sure. I say this because living lives and long distance loves, online, will get you nowhere. I want to physically interact with my environments and touch the people around me. And when I finished touching them and inevitably getting slapped, I would then proceed to touching myself just to make people feel uncomfortable.
Aheeeeem, "but that's my life as Neil Hamburger!!!"
We had ice cream, pizza, mac and cheese, and a bunch of other supposedly healthy foods. As usual, I of course had the coffee at the end of the meal. They must have just made it because it was very strong. So strong that earlier tonight I actually felt my heart start beating a little bit faster and I was, if I dare to admit it, a little short of breath.
Is that healthy for a man of my age? I've never had to worry about my mortality before. However, as I age and my body starts to feel just a little bit more sore each morning I wake up, and my knees start to feel tight, and the balls of my feet start bruising, I have to consider my own mortality - it's a harsh reality that weighs on my back.
So instead of doing anything about my impending doom, instead of some carpe diem type shit, I'm typing and tweeting and blogging and computing and networking and all that fucking shit to stay "connected." To what exactly, I'm not so sure. I say this because living lives and long distance loves, online, will get you nowhere. I want to physically interact with my environments and touch the people around me. And when I finished touching them and inevitably getting slapped, I would then proceed to touching myself just to make people feel uncomfortable.
Aheeeeem, "but that's my life as Neil Hamburger!!!"
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