Temporary. It's my size, it's my color. It just fits. I'm back at work temporarily, I'll be working there thru October. I've moved off the yatch, but the yatch was temporary. On my desk is a two quart jug of carrot juice. I've stopped buying the single pints at the cafe. I could drink this stuff all day.
I use to drink coke all day. Hey, I'm a software developer; it's the culture.
It wasn't that I craved the soda, but rather I was completely addicted to the shiny red can. It called to me. I could hear it's siren song a mile away and when I saw one glimmering in the soda aisle, I would go mad for it.
I don't keep cokes in my fridge at home. I don't have a fridge at home. I don't have a home. In fact, I'm living in a buddies attic. I know it doesn't sound as luxurious as a yatch, but it's really quite grand with an enormous antique shiny round red metal coke sign hanging in the center. It's not my sign.
The attic has a completely open floor plan. In fact, it's nothing but studs and skylights, but it has three of it's four walls. If I stand in the enormous shower and turn around, I see nothing but neighborhood and open sky where the wall use to be.
Whatever, it's not permanent.
