One cup of rich hot chocolate. About 2 oz. of steamed skim milk. One shot of espresso. And one extremely loud listen through of The Jesus and Mary Chain’s Automatic. I’m good to go this morning. Now that I’ve made the official transition from cold, caffeinated morning drinks to warm ones I’m ready to fully accept the end of summer and embrace the fall. I’ve got a thermal shirt on today. It’s comfortable, and I’d like to think that it’s happy to see me after 5 months of neglect. We’re friends again, and that means that the sweaters are soon to follow. I’m sure they’ve missed me, too.

I’d like to talk about the caffeinated beverages thing for a moment, though – not because there’s much of a point to it, but because I just glanced over at my office’s setup and thought to myself, “you are super fucking spoiled”. We have a great selection of beverages here at the office to choose from. We have a Starbucks machine that brews up two different blends and the aforementioned rich hot chocolate. We have a pod maker and a selection of at least 12 different blends, not including teas. We have a fridge filled with all kinds of fizzy drinks, both caffeinated and uncaffeinated. Orange Juice. Apple Juice. Milk. And then we have the espresso maker. She is my baby. I pet her softly and whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she brews me up delicious espresso every morning. We’ve had a rather large influx of new employees lately, and I’ve become the resident teacher on how to properly use it. Since I’m sort-of in between projects at work right now, I guess it’s better to be known as the guy who knows how to make a kick-ass cappuccino than the guy who wants to hook up the Wiis that we have for a lil’ afternoon bowling match, right? (oh yeah, I’m that guy, too). It’s cool, though. My period of calm here at work is only temporary and I’ve been informed that a rip-roaring project is coming my way in about two weeks.

I’ll make no mention of chiming in with a new blog post like I’d never stopped blogging in the first place. I’m missing something lately (I’d guessed it was a modern video game console that wasn’t the Wii, no time to read fiction like I used to, and the inability to loudly write songs in my super-quiet apartment building). But maybe it’s this.

Someone in my Marketing Communications class last night had a SlingBox stream for the Yankees game playing on his laptop. He was kind enough to turn his machine towards me, which pretty much meant that I got absolutely nothing out of the lecture. I used to take school very seriously, but lately I don’t care all that much. I’m just over two years removed from embarking down the MBA path, and with still over a year left, I’m just completely bored with it. I show up. Half-heartedly do my homework. Roll my eyes at my idiotic classmates. And occasionally buy the text book three days before the midterm. But that’s about all I’m giving these days. Le sigh.

I’ve been reading lots of Brendan Kelly’s Bad Sandwich Chronicles lately. It’s a shame I took a break from it for awhile, he’s hilarious.

Let’s do this again sometime.