If you think that the daily grind refers to my day-to-day existence, think again. Contrary to popular opinion (which is that the daily grind refers to my day-to-day existence), the daily grind does not refer to my day-to-day existence. Rather it refers to that which is somewhat a part of my day-to-day existence, but does not make-up my day-to-day existence alone and without other parts of my day-to-day existence. I am quite sure that this daily grind is a part of your day-to-day existence, especially if you are a university student (like me) who is up during the wee hours of the night on a consistent basis because you are doing work and then cannot sleep when you have no work because of insomnia and an addiction to the daily grind.
If you haven't figured out what the daily grind is yet - god/gods/higher being/spirit/you/no-one help you.
It's coffee. Don't make me explain what the grind refers to. Ok fine. For those of you not addicted to coffee yet, coffee must be ground before it can be brewed. The daily grind is my daily cup of coffee - obviously.
So, having not slept much for the past few days (ie 15 hours in the past 5 days or so), I needed coffee before I headed to the library to catch-up on my readings (i was doing other work during those sleep-less nights). So, I bought a nice cup of coffee and headed to Ike's land to look for a nice couch where I could drink my coffee and read papers on India's nuclear (or nucular as you-know-who would say) programme. Whenever I've gone to Ike's land, or any other library on campus, I've always been allowed to get in with my coffee. But no. Today, there was a person on guard.
And she stopped me. "HELLOOOOOO (in a very annoying voice i may add). You can't take coffee into the library." So I was pissed (i was grumpy already...). She made me finish my coffee outside. I had been so looking forward to drinking it slowly throughout the afternoon. As a result, I burned my tongue, had a stomach ache from drinking it too quickly, got into a worse mood, and fell asleep while studying and was late for my next class. All because of a person who didn't let me take my coffee inside.
At the end of my studying session though, I was glad of one thing.
THANK GOD/GODS/HIGHER BEING/SPIRIT/ME/NO-ONE that she didn't see my brownie. Otherwise... that would've been sad...:(
Funnily enough, I saw her later on that evening. I was passing through the SUB, and she was sitting in...yes...you guessed it...the coffee shop...
That's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again first you must die
~me
