This morning I brewed a coffee so strong it could wake the dead. For one glorious, caffeine fueled minute, I was unstoppable.
World problems? Crushed.
Laundry mountain? Scaled.
Existential dread? Laughed in its face.
Coffee doesn't just give energy. It hands you a forged passport to Delusionland and a one way ticket.
Two hours later: still parked in the exact same chair, staring at a wall like it owes me money, brain running on fumes and bad decisions.
My grand plans? Reduced to "maybe scroll TikTok later."
Coffee tried its absolute hardest, bless its jittery little heart. It lied to me beautifully, and I fell for it like every time before.
Moral: Never trust a beverage that promises world domination but delivers existential staring contests.
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Annam M Gordon
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