April 16

Running on the fumes of light sleep (on the couch, feet up) and I'm coughing up coffee scented coughs. There is a pot of warm black morning liquid and a documentary about my doppelganger inside of me. This is Tuesday morning and I've been awake and aware for 3 hours already. Already feeling the anxiety that I must feel to execute all the grand ideas that bounce around in my head in a confused jumble of fragments, of unfinished projects and dreams I'll never see. There are options for natural energy but I might prefer the unnatural and the bizarre and the least scenic route available.