I recently gave up coffee for a week and it was bad. I wandered around in a fog while angry hornets of ill-temper stung my ears. People whisked their children from my path and I heard them say, “It’s alright Marjoram, he won’t hurt you.” I did sleep well though. Coffee is a friend who shows up at my desk every morning and say’s “Right. What about a story on vocational choices for monkeys.” No coffee is like having a friend who say’s “Oh. Still doing your writing thing? Must be hard to make a living from that. If it was me I’d just want to go back to bed right now. Mwoooooaaaahhhhh! Sorry, just can’t stop yawning.”