don't nobody know my troubles but god

i know i admit it perodically, but i think it's time to bring it up again.

i have a problem. two problems actually.

number one comes in the form of a boiled black liquid strained through a variety of ground up beans. add a drop of milk and just a hint of sugar and i might possibly believe that i'm in heaven. the problem s not that i consume this nectar- it's more the amount that i consume. i was doing well- one cup in the morning. and then it turned to two, and then three. now it's three cups in the morng, a mug shortly after noon and another cup or two around four in the afternoon.

can we get an intervention in here?

problem number two comes in the form of squishy goodness and warmth. [that sounds kinda... oh never mind]. i like my bed. no, i mean i really like my bed. at night i open my window so my room gets deliciously cold and i snuggle in in my oh-so-classy [read: ugly] night clothes and sleep. and sleep and sleep and sleep. if it were allowable, i'd stay in bed all day with cold air blowing in my window.

with coffe though. would definately have to have coffee.