I’m at that point

where i think to myself, “if i could just make it to the counter to make myself some coffee. I’ll be okay. I don’t want a nap. I’m better than that. I can do this.”

and then I look at the counter.. at it looks like its light years away from me.

someone spoon feed me coffee.

or better yet give me an I.V. of that French roast business.

MUST.
RESIST.

THE TEMPTATION.