"I stare into the cup, blowing on it gently and letting the steam curl around my face. The smell is seductive, it’s hot breath kisses my face and strokes my forehead. This is a safe kind of joy; the love of the bean. No danger here except maybe dehydration and a stained smile. My care, my attention, the time I take to grind the beans and filter the water… it’s appreciated and it is paid back to me in taste and aroma. It can’t judge me unworthy and run from the cup. It rushes for my lips with the gentlest tilt of the cup. It never betrays me. It only burns me if I’m careless with it, and I deserve it then." -found that in my computer. Don't remember when I wrote it. Sometime last year.

Listening to: Tito and Tarantula. I almost slipped in A Perfect Circle, but I've banned that CD from myself for a while for the same reason I can't own a Nine Inch Nails CD... makes me VERY dangerous... ;)

I feel really ill. Migraine, my belly aches, etc.... couldn't eat. Had to stop by my ex's place to pick mail up. The anxiety is always enough to make me quite ill.