She's addicted to nicotine patches...

...well not really. More like coffee. I need it. To live. Without it I write like Hemingway. In short sentences. And think like a goldfish. Mornings are like hell without it. A. Living. Hell.

With coffee I can think, laugh, be joyful again. I try not to get caught up many vices, but I have allowed coffee to come inside and set up house. I don't mind as long as it doesn't come down to me drinking seven or eight cups a day. Also too much caffeine can lead to brittle bones, because it causes one to pee out her calcium. Well sort of...