Have you ever done homework until you feel stale?

I have.

I never have been the person that can sit for hours in academic bliss, completely enraptured with my textbook. I must move.

Whenever I have a homework day at home, I need to go out in the morning and run 15 km or longer to tire myself out so I can buckle down and get something done.

It dates back to when I was small- just ask my father how he fared trying to keep me still in a church service.

Today I hung in that delicate and artful balance only described by a new word I would like to term WorkBook.

WorkBook: [wurkbuk] the alternation between moments of intense hard work and checking Facebook/web surfing.

I have been studying for a test all day. I despise when there is a specific piece of homework that launches itself to the forefront. You try to work hard but suddenly EVERYTHING seems more interesting; I cannot fully explain how much more interesting you are right now then le subjonctif.

So I spent my morning studying, went to class and spent the afternoon studying without the textbook which is still sitting  forgotten at home.

Yes, my day quickly became a Salmon Day. (I learned that this morning in Linguistics.)

I digress. I was sitting in the library with a throbbing knee, a caffeine depravation headache, stale blood and that internal itch that only can only mean one thing: commence activity or have a meltdown.

My mind wandered to a recent conversation I had with a friend where he was talking about the hole-in-the-wall cafe he works at where they roast their own coffee beans. My laptop snapped shut and I hustled to the other side of campus for a life changing cup o caffeine.

It was huge, hot and strong. And I apologize that I cannot continue without leaving behind a TWSS.

Where would I find this piece of awesome?

Seriously the best coffee I have had in the Kitchener-Waterloo region. That means you, Starbucks. I feel like I am committing coffee adultery, however, you cannot beat house roasted beans and a cup so big it looks like you are wearing a gas mask when you drink from it. Techtown Cafe may actually may be my new study landing spot – it is in the further reaches of campus and a part of a gym, so barely anyone a) knows about it and coincidentally b)goes there. And c), the food is uber healthy, so automatically coffee is good for you too.

Live in Waterloo? GO TO TECHTOWN CAFE, PRONTO.

If not, come visit me sometime and I will be so happy that your coffee will be on me.

This is me attempting an artistic photo with said coffee and hoping to capture the transidential moment it was.

I believe the word for this is actually EPIC FAILURE, as I just look like a twat that takes pictures of myself in car windows. (For the record, it is my car. I did not have a bad enough day to creep on other people’s vehicles…)

I am off to elliptical away like a little hamster while my hands twitch from all the caffiene. Why elliptical? Because I cannot do anything that would jolt my joints in the last week before The Ultra, therefore, I spin away in complete boredom with 10000 other students in a hot sweaty gym.

It’s either that or study.