I’m tired of fighting.
-jets


Speaking of addictions
I’m going to talk about coffee. Two days ago I got eleven blessed hours of sleep, so the whole day I was in a great mood. I didn’t even need coffee around 10 o’clock, my usual craving time, while closing at work. I thought to myself shit, this isn’t so bad. I could quit coffee if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to, but I was certain that it wouldn’t be so bad if I needed to. Say like scientist discovered that pod aliens have landed on earth and are infecting humans with coffee beans. That’d be an acceptable reason for missing out on my cup of sweet, succulent lifejuice.
Second day I try to do it again, to prove to myself or some bullshit, but about 3 o’clock I was practically writhing on the floor. I could feel the lack of junk in my veins, and it hurt. So I said fuck that and got a venti Americano and life was whole again. (Turns out you don’t start feeling the javasickness until 24-48 hours since your last cup.) Moving on, the only reason why I go on and on about this is because I’m gonna go a week on liquids that are good for you. I.E. a bunch of no’s – beer, milk, etc. -- pretty much only water, cranberry, and plain teas. No real reason, just to do it. whatever. I’m pretty sure for the past three months my piss has smelt like coffee.

It’d be interesting to see clear pee again.

If you see a no no drink in my hand slap it out! And for god’s sake don’t bring java around me. The only reason why I’m allowing teas, especially black, is because it’s got the good stuff in it: caffeine. In no way am I trying to attempt some stupid shit where I kick a habit. Aint seein’ no goddamn reason to.
I am 3/7th through brothers k and boy is it a doozie.

But you know what goes good with cranberry juice? Vodka. And I sure as hell ain’t sayin no to that! Thank you miss erin packjordan for supplying me with means to get through a week of self torture! Hoorah skittle vodka!