Caffeine #2

I drink the coffee to prepare myself for something. Feeling the buzz of the artificial adrenaline provides me with a few seconds of shaking solace. Tricking myself into thinking that my life is a storyline that no publisher could pass up. I mean I have no money to spend and nobody to talk to so all my novel is is my thoughts and ideas, but maybe my thoughts are a novel idea. But then the buzz is gone and I have to fix another pot of coffee. 

Well what do you know?

We are out of mugs.