These Days (Take 23)

It's not a splitting headache I'm dealing with, but it's a headache nonetheless. It could have something to do with not having had a cigarette in a few hours, or maybe from too much or too little coffee, or maybe because I got very little sleep all weekend before 13 hours last night, or maybe I contracted a sore throat and a headache and various other cold symptoms from my mom when I stayed at her place the other night.
Regardless, I'm not too concerned: I have to walk Toby and work tomorrow, then Wednesday is just school and Toby, and Thursday is completely clear (plus Toby); I should have plenty of time to get rested.
Juan bought me a tin of Puerto Rican coffee-- it's supposed to be remarkably stronger than what I've been drinking (Intelligentsia and Starbucks). We had been talking about how much coffee we drink. He doesn't much anymore, but drank way too much when he was volunteering at the hospital. He said he'd go home and get high to take the edge off. I'm wondering if I should incorporate that part of his routine into my nightly exercise.
So yeah, that's it. My mind has been barren for a while. Well, not entirely, but most of the thoughts that have passed through have already been written about (by me) and don't need further explanation.
Actually, here's a fairly new one:
Mike was talking to a girl at a bar the other night. The more I looked at her, the less attractive I found her (which isn't what I mean to talk about). Anyhow, Mike and I were talking about it later. He's got this girl who's the one willing to stay with him when he goes through the Army (he's assuming), but he's doing to her what I've done to almost every girlfriend I've ever had (which is a terrible, terrible thing, but there's nothing I can do about it now.. or then, for that matter, because I didn't force anybody to stick around (Mike found that last sentiment to be especially asshole-like)), which is going back and forth between "I love you, girl," and "well, I'm not quite sure about this." Now, in defense of my own actions (still not what I'm aiming to write about), these feelings are entirely genuine and equally overwhelming.
So Mike's telling me about this girl, and them talking, and he said he had a lot of fun. I could see that-- it didn't seem forced (maybe a little awkward because John and I were sitting right there and they thought we were making fun of them (which we were only doing when we ran out of conversation (which wasn't too often))) and Mike later confirmed that he was being completely honest with her. What he said next kind of sums up a big part of my relationship with human beings in general: "Usually I hate explaining myself to every single girl (/person) I talk to (which is what applies to my life), but I really enjoyed talking to her."
Man, now I want a cigarette, but then I'll definitely have to take a dump (which is not ideal when I'm the only one working... which is whenever I work).
No matter, back to conjecture: Mike seems to feel a sense of urgency in his situation, yet doesn't consider his one steady girlfriend person to be settling (if that's how things end up).
Whatever, this is starting to bore me.