My daily routine lately has been a pretty predictable one. I get out of bed, shower and get dressed, then I make a pot of coffee. The goal is to drink as much of it as I can before I leave so that when I arrive at work and have to fire all the thrusters, they work.
I blame the coffee addiction on my days as a coffee wench. Free coffee? Don’t mind if I do! Next thing you know, you’re hooked and without it you’re a zombie, stumbling through the world, not even ambitious enough to want brains.
(Actual footage of me without my coffee.)
Seriously though, I think I’ve developed some major caffeine tolerance, because I drink lots before work and sometimes, that is my exact shuffle to the bus stop. Just imagine him in a dress and denim jacket covered in patches.
I’m up to 11,500+ words now. They say you need 55,000 approximately for a book – hopefully the ideas keep flowing, because my weird sense of humour finally seems to have a purpose!