for the past few months, i strove to live without coffee, musing life through broken rose-colored spectacles, struggling with ideas that may or may not have any point at all. i made statements with capital letters and made sure to end them with dots.
but did that get me anywhere?
i don't think so.
i endured almost daily migraines instead.
migraines.
day-long ones that invaded my head as though they were the size of soccer balls.
then something happened.
unfortunate as it was, it happened and then i drank my first aromatic caffeinated cup. then the second, then the third.
then the migraines went away.
oh, tut! do not school me that it was psychological. maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. but for me, it was liberating, like all my nerve endings screamed a joyful, "Hallelujah!"
well now, i take my coffee. not brewed though. that often brings the migraines screaming back. but i do not shy away from an aromatic cup or two every day.
now the days are cold and you know what makes me happy other than a nice bowl of noodle soup?
you got it.
coffee.
now, shall i pour you a cup?
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