Coffee is no guilty pleasure for me. It is my lifeblood.
Mondays have never been nice to me no matter how I try to fake it. Yesterday was no exception. Although I enjoyed my underachievement (soon I hope I’d be prouder of the results of what I intend to accomplish), close to believing all was well, I still ended up popping pills to relieve me from a splitting headache. Sooner then I realized I guess I did not have enough dose of coffee for the day. Sometimes I wish I owned a coffee maker that brew coffee on its own and give me a refill when I am supposed to get one.
So this is me on a Tuesday, the day I lead myself to believe that is my favorite day. But just as the normal (really?) days, I am sipping through a styro cup some instant latte in the hope that the day shall be nicer than yesterday.
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