Ode to coffee.

Coffee, I love you so fucking much.

If you wouldn't make my hands shake and sleep seem like a distant land, I would drink you all day. I would drink two pots of your deliciousness, and have enough energy to fuel a thousand chores. I used to load you up with cream and sugar, but now I mostly just drink you black.

The cinnamon version, however, I could live without. Except not, since you are the only kind in the house and of course I am going to drink you because you are here.

Ah, coffee...