I have a problem. Yeah. I do. Some of you know already what it is. Have you ever been around a girl who has been smoking pot, and her eyes are REALLY big, and the girl is just kind of ON. I mean, it’s before she’s crashed, I guess. Oh man, I don’t like being around people when they’re like that – because they’re all over the place. Maybe people on meth are like that, I don’t know – I can’t remember ever being around someone on meth.
Oh wait – no I don’t smoke pot! haha. That would be awful! How could you think that!? I just wanted to know if you’ve been around somone like that so you know what I’m talking about. Track with me here.
Anyway, I’m trying to tell you a story. Stop interrupting me. So about this problem. It’s not really a problem as much as a…thing I can’t control. It’s a good thing I don’t have access to it very often or else, I’d be in real trouble. And it’s a good thing that my PUSHERS don’t live close to me, or else I’d REALLY be in trouble. One time, a few months ago, Devan brought me a whole bunch of the stuff and do you know what I did? I did the whole thing in a day and a morning. I would have done the whole thing in a night if Robert hadn’t stopped me. I put it to my mouth, and all at once, one right after the other, just had at it. I couldn’t stop myself.
That day it was from one of my favorite little deli’s called McAlister’s (and by deli I do mean “suppliers”). Devan gets it in Indy because there are no McAlister’s here in Cbus. I’ve had to tell her since that day not to since I downed it all so quickly. Years ago, I used to make it at home and I could drink a gallon a day/day and a half easily, but for reasons related to my seizure medicine, I’m only supposed to drink water and lemonade now. Mostly, I do and have done that for almost two years now. BUT sometimes I just crumple under the addiction (like four times a year!). See, living here in Ohio there aren’t many places that do sweet tea well, but I’ve managed to scope them out in the few years I’ve lived here, so when I NEED it, I know where to get it. And the good stuff, too.
I got it today! 96 oz. give or take crushed ice from Raising Cane’s. If you’re doing the math, that’s only a glass short of a gallon. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Even now, writing about it, my eyes are all big and round and I think my pupils are still dilated. And Nila – she’s been going nuts ever since I got home! (That might also be because I went over to Vanessa’s, played around with the kids in the backyard in the pool and got sunburned – a lack of good judgement that I attribute to the fact that I was sucking on my tea the whole time – not a care in the world – and now she’s taking time to play around herself after being quiet there).
OH! And see! another lapse in judgement! BIG BROTHER IS ON AND I’M NOT WATCHING!!! While I’ve been writing this – I’ve been missing Big Brother 8!!!! My addiction is ruining everything! What have I become! Now I’ll have to watch the first part of the show online! Woe is me, for I am a wretched, wretched woman…
The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration – all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup – ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither. (Lu Tung, Tea-Drinking)