With the grounds being present and the sludge at the bottom of a perfectly constructed cup, I sip the first believable energy of the day. Everything before was false--the agony of leaving the bed, the stumbling for slippers, the cursing at the dogs. My assist down the back stairs to let the dogs out was foggy. The morning is a shit basket. The only real solution is maximum caffeine, a jolt into action, with leads to the hurling power to continue on with my unplanned day.
The first effect of coffee on the body is false optimism. The original head rush and quickness of the hands then comes the guttural feeling dark down from one too many beers from the night before. The seeping regret of the pickled okra making its way across the landscape that is your intestines. Coffee enlivens the reflexes of the digestive process that needs no real help from my liquid of love. The morning is a shit basket.
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