The Problem with Thursdays

One coffee isn’t enough. Let’s add an espresso. One espresso isn’t enough. Let’s add a few more cups.

It’s not hard to wake up because I never slept.
It doesn’t matter that the cup is chipped. Straighten out the dollar bills. If Argentina can do it then we should too. Speak a tongue and pour a cup. This is almost exactly what I felt when I listened to “Brown Sugar” on headphones for the very first time. The nape of the neck, the back of the head – so this is what it feels like. Thank you. I lie often, but this is for real. Don’t don’t believe me. Please. We’re forty years too late but it’s alright – the Mersey is still standing and it still feels like rain.

This coffee is a pain in the head…but I drink it anyways.
This coffee can’t get to rest…but I drink it anyways.
This coffee is sunken eyes…but I drink it anyways.

You see? It’s just my own problem really.