Coffee and disarray

Third cup in and I still can’t tell if it’s morning or just fear. They might be the same thing.

The alarm didn’t go off, but I woke up on time anyway — apparently anxiety is synced to the server clock.

The first coffee is pure formality. The second is a contract with yourself. The third is pleading.

By the fourth cup I had made three decisions and cancelled four. Net profit: minus one decision.