Ginseng tea

Gin­seng tea
It’s 4.38am and I’m sit­ting in my think­ing chair, thinking.

I’m actu­ally very tired, but made the mis­take of drink­ing a bot­tle of shop-brewed (as opposed to home brewed and canned) gin­seng tea. Works bet­ter than cof­fee. So potent you get a headache, and you can’t help but con­cen­trate on work. Good for work, bad for me.

Life’s actu­ally treat­ing me alright, and I am still thank­ful for small mer­cies. Great mer­cies really, con­sid­er­ing I could be starv­ing in the mid­dle of the Sudan or some other god for­saken hun­gry coun­try with no inter­net so that I couldn’t even com­plain online about not hav­ing food.

I am deter­mined not to let any time go to waste. I am resolved to make sure I use every ounce of what­ever cre­ative energy I have. And do every­thing with­out regret. And it’s not even the New Year yet. See? The gin­seng really works.

Think­ing chair is get­ting uncomfortable.