this morning #1028.

this morning, i reluctantly gave in to my brain, didn’t even think twice about why life would require another cup of coffee. eight is enough, right? it should be. in this case though, i assumed it wasn’t. my brain wasn’t moving fast enough so i poured another mug. finished off the pot. if i wanted any more, i’d have to brew another one. i sat down at my desk. took a sip. all at once, i had to consciously catch my breath. oh shit. i was WAY wrong. i’d hit my limit. the jitters kicked in something fierce. i looked down at my quaky hands. couldn’t keep them steady. ooh boy. i got up, poured out the rest, knew it’d be in my best interest to go outside & walk off what i’d wrought.