He looked up and the 45 minutes had passed. The stewards were set, having walked their march just prior. A dullness sets in, approximately 30 minutes after the ingestion. Lack of affect arrives and impacts everything. The trick is unraveling the effects of the tea with those of general tiredness. The connection is unsolvable at the moment, though if I were to bet on an outcome, I reckon the tea would win by a head. But when have I ever been considered a smarter-than-the-average-horse-race-bettor? Zero times. Also: never. I won a Derby once. Sophomore year in college? No no, it was freshman. Almost a clean Ben Franklin. He looks dapper, those who care about such a thing. I launch into a similar trick and then latch onto it. It takes unfortunate effort to break out of the spell, but I can.
For the record, I blame David Ryan Adams. But that’s just because I need a scapegoat. The best his voice had ever sounded, full stop. Is it redundant to put a period after “full stop”? How much should I really care about grammar? Yeah, I guess a lot. I still want to ingest a healthy amount just to say I was capable and I did it and it was a relatively enjoyable autumn weekend in Maine with the wife and the dogs and a trip to Whole Foods on the way there, through bus stop mountains and chains of disaster, until the wind picks up and you really do smell it, the movies were right, but then ended a small useless experiment in trusting one’s instincts and stopping cognition to the extent possible with little expenditure of effort, read: a little, so the same actually when you think about it in that context and with a pretty girl listening in to your thought processes, not intruding per se, just letting her presence be known in a way not unlike a farm league Disney princess would. But 45 minutes remained and I needed to get back to it.
