Coffee.
My lifesblood right now.
There may be too much blood in my strong-Charbucks-Sumatra-blend-stream right now.
Charbucks may taste like burned, over-roasted ass, but it is palatable with french vanilla creamer.
Is 7 24oz mugs too much in a day? 8? 10? I'm on (counts) 6? 7? I dunno anymore.
My stomach - it gurlges and convulses with the acid.
My fingers - they twitch.
My eyelids - they droop.
The clarion call of caffeine rings in my ears.
Tonight, I shall sleep the sleep of the dead. Until then, I am Captain of the Coffee ship.
Like Alice, I have replaced nutrition, sleep, and exercise with coffee. For the day at least.
Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeeeeee...