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Literally all I want to do with my time is to drink pots of hot caffeine and read books.
I'm like a cartoon dog for coffee. I just walked into a room where someone had fresh coffee and I closed my eyes, my toes gently lifted off the ground, and a curling finger of scent drew me across the room to the french press.
I realize this is a basic and normie opinion. I realize that I am celebrating my cheap, legal stimulant. I don't care.
Coffee is better than posting hot takes for internet strangers.
I had a week of completely dead productivity and writer's block. So then I decided to say "fuck it" and go back in on my caffeine-based strategy and IT IS WORKING.