So I made a decision to buy a coke hoping the caffeine and sugar would wake me up long enough to get something productive done. I go into Jack's, this tiny neighborhood store..one of those places you rarely see anymore. The guys behind the counter, they all know you....there's always someone hanging out gossiping...they eat lunch while they ring you up.
Anyway I go up to the counter and it's "hey what's up"..."I'm good, you?" blah blah blah. I pull my debit card out of my wallet and for some reason use too much strength and it just soars right past Buford, yes his name is Buford, past the end of the counter, bounces off the wall behind him and then hits the floor, all as though I just threw it at him. I'm was so chilled out from those pills I say only "Oh...............wow...............sorry". I'm guessing he thought I was being "a rude Yankee" but being a Southern gentleman, he said nothing and instead just stared at me like there was a cigar smoking duck sitting on my head.
And the coke didn't work. I'm thinking writing this is all I'm gonna get done today.