A spoonful is the medicine that goes down

Let me tell you, friends. Too much coffee is definately a thing. It’s how I powered my workweek….

… until last week, where my gainful prospects went weak.

But too much coffee: It all started with a bowl, a handled bowl full of cold water, can the coffee handle cold water? You better believe it.

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Four?

Five? (Maybe)

SIX (THIS IS GETTING CRAZY< BETTER STOP AT SIX>) heaping spoonfulls of grounds would sit in the water overnight and by morngin I’d chug the swill and feel ill for a good fifteen minutes.

Two things would always occur. One of them is unmentionable, unless your name be Be. The other is that I was filled with enough perk to pep me through my work. Until I crashed, and took a nap. Because that’s how I do.

Except now, I don’t.

So far, flow good. If things can keep up I might be able to keep the hounds at bay. I hear them braying and I swing away before they can catch me.

It feels good to be me. Again. And now, I must flee.

Waffles!