Feb. 25th, 2010

I brew coffee when I have time in the mornings. Organic Mexican, because it actually does taste better. I like it dark. Now the remnants of it sit next to me, cold. I'll drink it, one glass will last me the day with enough caffeine or flavour, whichever it is of the two, to keep me going. Caffeine has never been able to keep me awake beyond an hour or two anyhow. I'm between head spaces. Dazing, remembering nothing and so I'll just stop writing.