Drinking coffee from home, here, from that old ass Keurig thing. Did I spell that right? Guess I did. Want a latte, this isn’t as tasty or literary, or animated, sexy like a latte. Latte is just fun to say. Coffee is boring. What’s to this cup but something hot and containing caffeine? Should I do Starbucks, just one last time? Swear I’m going to quit, just not swearing on anything, like a book or relic, some person’s lungs or anything like that. Yes, one last latte. I will even title it so, the last latte, but with caps eventually. Looking at my cup here on desk, and want it to go away. I feel it just oozing boringness and more stress into my story and this desk, scene, workstation homed. So yes, I’m getting wallet and some cash, and going.
Kids… how do they stay as lively and excited as they are? I guess from Jack’s way of not caring so much. And haven’t I encouraged others around me, sales reps and community college students, so? So…. Do so, Mikey.