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I just woke up with a splitting caffeine withdrawal headache. The first thing I did was take a piss. The second thing I did was make coffee. I must feed this addiction. The first cup is sitting beside the keyboard now as I type this.



It is Saturday morning even though you will be reading this on Monday. I like to use these things as a warm-up until the coffee kicks in, and I can do some serious writing. I was at Hooters last night. We had to go to a different one than the usual one because one of my guys got into big trouble at the other Hooters. He is a white guy who speaks Spanish and goes outside to talk on his phone frequently. There were some other Spanish speakers there that liked to do cocaine and sell it. Somehow, my friend ended up becoming a "drug lord" as those Spanish dudes tried to talk their way out of being arrested when someone called the cops on them. Crazy fucking shit.



I had left well before all that craziness went down, so I did not witness any of it. I just go to Hooters, drink Diet Coke, and eat chicken wings and celery while watching UFC reruns and ass. This happens after work every Friday, and I usually clear out of there by 8 p.m. This night was unusual because we were having fun, so I hung until after 11 before leaving. Hooters is not really a bar but more like a restaurant except the food isn't as good as a Friday's or an Applebee's.



Last night was a more normal evening except we were unknowns being in a new joint. It sucked because we had to warm up to a different crew of chicks. But it was cool. We hung out until almost 10 p.m. Pre-season football was on the tube. I prefer UFC highlights or a Hooters Ass Pageant.



That first cup has reduced the throbbing headache now. I am not at full buzz yet. I must be getting old because waking up really sucks now. I remember a time when I used to wake up refreshed and invigorated. Now, I wake up mean and irritable as fuck stumbling to get the coffee pot started. I'm just not alive without that shit. Yes, I am a fucking addict. Fuck you for judging me.



I do feel fresh and invigorated after the coffee hits. In fact, I am almost manic. I drink coffee all morning and switch to Diet Mountain Dew around midday. After work or in the evenings, I either make a fresh pot, or I hit up the Dunkin' Donuts on the way home. That evening coffee is like hitting the reset button on the day. I find I can write a bit more, get some chores done, tackle some reading, and still be a complete Facebook smart ass.



In other news, I am in trouble with this chick at work who read some male chauvinist misogynistic ranting I put on Facebook. She read it off another guy's smartphone. He swears it was inadvertent, but I know better. He recognized the gasoline and poured it on the fire. Now, I am in for some feminist backlash when she gets back from vacation. I don't know how to feel about this because I am a bit scared, but I also find it very invigorating to contemplate. But she will probably have forgotten it by then. I just take some pleasure in the fact that there is at least one woman left who cares enough to get pissed off.



I have an essay in the works on this subject of women's liberation, and it should be interesting. It probably won't save my ass, but it should make clear my viewpoints on the subject.



I am heading into the third cup now, and I feel that essay taking shape. Time for the serious writing.

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