Don't talk to me before my first coffee. I mean it. I need at least a full pot before I can even talk properly.
I don't know exactly how I got here but I'm definitely digging it. Without sporting vibrating knees and jittery teeth, is it really even me at this point? I wear caffeine like a suit of armor. My own personal suit of piping-hot, nutty-flavored, full-blown anxiety.
