Usually a middle sized cup of coffee with a name on it.
And some strange subtle feeling that tells me that I should care about what people are saying and what they care about when I really don't care at all. And perplexity because of the fact that I notice this happening but I'm not succumbing to the mind's effort to care about it and yet witness it questioning if I
really really don't care. It's like that thing before you log out from certain web pages when you are asked "Do you really want to log out?". Yep. Somehow this keeps happening. I'm attached to my mind's
tendency to care and not the actual caring in itself. Attachment to non-attachment is as whatever as everything else.
Oh, and food. That
**** is awesome.
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