ode to coffee, with bits on Freud and such

Dum dum. Feeling very empty head-wise. Wonder if brain has inflated again?

Also wonder if it would have been a better world had Freud decided to give his brain a little rest.
And a lot others.

Have an odd-tasting coffee sitting on my table. Maybe the way it was concocted. The coffee powder was not really coffee powder...more like congealed brownish solid gunge, portions of which were dropped unceremoniously into the milk. And did put a deliberate amount of sugar.
Honestly. Tastes like liquified coffee candies, perverted kind.

And --

Deepthi's back in town. Still share the same adoration for the fowl family - bless them.

4.10 pm

Also wonder if babies have developed conciousness. (Suddenly sprung to mind because of the baby next door.) Most human rights violations happen around this period. What I can testify for:

- passionate cheek pinching

- (indecent) bum slapping

- forcing one into clothes that, though pretty, have very, very itchy laces

- taking pictures of one in less-than-civilized positions

Maybe Freud is wrong after all. Maybe daughters are more disposed towards fathers because fathers never deal with abominable laces. None of those sex-oriented stuff.

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Can't explain Oedipus complex, though. Maybe because boys are never subjected to such treatments. And bosom counts, surely. Oh, all right...so maybe there's a teeny-weeny bit on sexual urges.