Coffee in the Morning

I'm in a rather pensive mood. If you could see me sitting here in this computer lab, you would understand why. First and foremost, I am dressed in gray, and that color always has a subduing effect on me. Secondly, I am drinking coffee, and not that souped up, chocolatized stuff I drink on my normal peppy mornings. No, in this case it is most decidedly coffee and only coffee (okay, maybe just a tang of chocolate...). I also have a test today, indicated by the piles of study material around me and these little lines that furrow inbetween my eyes whenever I get a little worried.

Life is fine. Wonderful, if you really must know. There have been some bumps recently (indicated by the lack of blogging) but bumps are good, and definitely make the road more interesting.

I really have nothing of any great consequence to say. In fact, I'm tired of saying things of great consequence. I'm expected to say them in several of my "jobs" and I'm also expected to say them in class. (Imagine that!) As those of you who know me can probably attest, I'm not a creature that was created to say anything of any consequence. In fact, the most in depth I should probably go is "It IS okay to wear white after Labor Day." or "If you must buy black shoes, buy ones with 4 inch heels."

So I'm a little tired of trying to sound intelligent (notice the "trying"). And I"m a little tired of looking nice (hence the gray sweatshirt). I'm tired of waiting (for the school year to end, for my baby sister to arrive, to be perfect, etc.)

I'm definitely a little wistful, a little pensive. Not discouraged, not disgruntled, just substantially more tame (and probably more bearable) than I am on any other give morning. I don't know whether to blame that on exhaustion, the gray sweatshirt, or the end of the school year.

But my hunch is that it all comes from drinking coffee (real coffee) in the morning...