It is quite possible that either I have too much free time on my hands or that I am beyond addition when it comes to tea.
Anyways, about to go catch up on Falling Skies with my dad and drink another three teas because I can down 60+ ounces between the next two hours and still not change my sleep schedule a bit.
Right now I’m sipping on a ‘secret’ tea :)
While I drink it down I can’t stop thinking about this quote from Proust… it just, it saddens me in a unique way: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152506640402361&set=a.10150584159532361.381084.714617360&type=1&theater
Maybe because that “special way of life” that we attach to involvement with another is largely projection.