My significant other says that I am the only person currently in existence who actually likes Coke Black (Blak? ack). This is incorrect, but only slightly, as my recent informal polling efforts have turned up ONE other person.

I mean, have any of you tried this tasty beverage? It is supposedly a mixture of Coke and coffee. I think we can all agree that these tastes, separately, are sublime, so why is it that nobody likes them together? I guess as long as Coke™ keeps producing the crazy stuff, I don’t really care that I am the only person in the tri-state area buying it, but the problem comes in when they start actually, like, analyzing their financials (which should be any day now, what with Coke being a fairly large corporation and all. ahem) and decide to shut down production. As it is, I bought the last four-pack from the local Kroger a few weeks ago, and in recent trips the shelf had not yet been restocked, ACCK, so this might have already happened.

Manfriend teases me about my forbidden Coke Black love, and my recent use of it in class during the few minutes before the professor arrived resulted in, and I’m not joking, a class-wide discussion about how gross it is. I just smiled beatifically and sipped away in ecstacy while all around me, people ewwwd and uckkkkd.

(Incidentally, what is with that whole “telling someone that what they’re eating is gross, AS they’re actually eating it” thing? Am I the only one whose mom cured me of that little habit at age six or so? Jeez.)

So, anyway. I have not yet gotten my wrist tattoo, although the obsession is still there all the time. I will definitely do it, I’ve decided. I will do it before Thanksgiving, so that my friends from home can see how badass I am when I visit in December. (Just kidding, I am totally getting a tattoo for myself, not for my friends. Or am I? Mua ha ha.)

Last night I went to see The Science of Sleep, which I enjoyed greatly. Manfriend liked it too, although in his case it resulted in actual sleep for about five minutes in the middle. I think this was just because we saw it at 10pm, and we are both 96 years old deep down, not because it was a dull movie.

Also last night we attended the local Greek Food Festival, which was lovely. I had spanikopita and meatballs and also Greek coffee, which I think was like Turkish coffee (going only by what I have heard about Turkish coffee, as I’ve never actually tried it). We also had some deep fried sugary balls (ha!), whose Greek name escapes me. They were as delicious as Krispy Kreme glazed doughnut holes, and – oh god, now I am desperately craving doughnuts and have lost my train of thought. Embarassing!

Am off now, to see the student play All My Sons across the street. It’s not sad for me to go see free plays alone, in the middle of the day, is it? Have a nice Sunday, you all.