read a good 'short' story recently. felt inspired. but i know it's a fleeting inspiration that will dissipate if i try to force myself to write. it has to come naturally. but that's what i say all the time and the only writing i do is on here. and even then it's been pretty sparse

i tried mate for the first time this week. i purchased half a kilo of 'playadito' branded mate. overall, it's fine. the first cup is the most bitter. the next three to four are the best. after that it gets too watery. my issue is that i got the cheapest gourd cup-thing. it was died green. issue is that when hot water touches the outside of the cup, the dye begins to come off and stain my hands. i don't want green fingers and palms every time i drink it. also, it supposed to be some sort of pick me up. like, people drink it for the caffeine in it, but each time i've had it i've gotten really sleep after. like i'll be four cups in and think to myself, "i'm gonna go to bed". i might upgrade that soon. i might not. i doubt i'll drink it anywhere other than at home

had lunch with some people from northwestern today. in between conversations, both of which were boring for their own reasons. i... i don't feel like writing about this anymore. the lunch was free. i had an espresso and a cortado. i had a cafe con leche before the lunch. i had a mocha latte after the lunch. the chocolate was all at the bottom. that bummed me out

i'm becoming more, i guess, manic on twitter. which is fine. i don't even know what to post on there anymore. think i might delete all my tweets. that would take some time so i'll think about whether i actually want to do that some more

my stomach feels funny. maybe it was all the coffee. i'm tired. it's a little past eight p.m.

i don't like that biden is running. i've muted someone for retweeting something that implied people should be happy that biden is running and that being against him is somehow a bad thing

my logic class really 'upped the ante' and got confusing within the past two class sessions. i'm about a month in to the semester now and i'm still mentally checked out. i'm mentally checked out in general, not just in class, but i'm aware of that, so i should be able to actually improve that situation

mechanic at the shop next to my internship said 'cuando ganemos vamos a buscar todos los macri'

i thought i was hallucinating again. saw white flashes in the air. turns out they were probably reflections from a bus's headlights bouncing off the plexiglass of a bus stop shelter