Coffee

Fun fact, I don't take coffee well. I'm small and lightweight and after two cups of coffee I'm a jittery mess.
Despite this, I drink two cups a day at a minimum. I'm actually draining a cup as I write this. It's room temperature and actually a bit cringe-worthy but I don't know how much I actually care. Coffee is coffee.

But yes I am shaking worse than a chihuahua about to lunge at somebody's ankles.

I also may have overdosed on melatonin pills last night and I don't think that's quite out of my system yet, so if I don't drink this coffee I might be out cold. I've got things to do, sleeping is not on my agenda.

But it does seem to be on my older brother's agenda. His morning routine is to wake up at an unreasonable time, eat breakfast, find a cat, curl up on the couch and fall asleep again. I don't know how he does it. I don't know how he does a lot of things. He was some child prodigy growing up because he was able to speak semi-coherent sentences before he was less than half a year old. Now he's some A plus high schooler trying to get into the best art schools in the world. This is not an issue for him. Actually, he's not trying to get in, he's trying to decide on which one he wants to go to because they're all fighting over him. If it's not already obvious, he's the smart one. I don't like him.

How did I get on the topic of my big brother. I was talking about coffee.

Speaking of which, I just finished off the last of the pot.

Otherwise, I've spent the day sitting on the couch drawing and brainstorming with a friend of mine over text. My knees are currently locked under and I'm stiff as a board.

I am also convinced that there's correlation between the three recent and sudden deaths of David Bowie, Alan Rickman, and (from earlier today) Glenn Frey. More on this later.