t3chmonkey

What day is this? Monday? I don't remember Friday and it still feels like Saturday. I should've gone to bed but I drank a gallon of tea instead.

"A man without tea in him cannot not know truth and beauty" -Chinese Proverb.
I learned that one from the bottom of a tea cap. I've been learning all sorts of things from those little caps. Now I have to excuse myself every half hour or so because I'm a little too full of truth and beauty.

Speaking of which, Jack (My best friend, roommate, partner in crime and endless source of frustration) and I got into it about suicidegirls sometime earlier tonight. It started when I called him a conservative and used his previously confessed views on sex as an example of his sad and slow transmutation into a republican.
The fight, as always, got so much more abstract than the whole thing began and we shuffled off into the evening our own ways having accused each other of having deeply flawed perspectives on life.

I walk back in the door about half an hour ago and Jack comes clomping down from his room to apologize, saying that he's wrong, and an idiot.

This is unprecedented. I falter at where to begin to describe this man's stubbornness and refusal to admit he's wrong. He's worse than I am.
I stand there, keys in hand, front door not yet closed. Is the end nigh? Is this a ploy?

I look at the cup in his hand, and ask him what he's drinking.
"Oh, I had some of your tea."

Go figure.