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It is raining outside as I write this. The cool thing about these spotaneous essays is that I never know where the fuck they are going to go. I haven't had the coffee yet, so my brain isn't sparking like it normally does when I write. I am convinced that the modern world has sprung directly from two substances--caffeine and nicotine. I don't smoke, so caffeine is all I got. Naturally, some busybody fucker in the world will try and ban coffee.

I read a study recently that said coffee, and its effects are purely mental. You quickly build a tolerance to the stuff, and the effect levels off. That study must be flawed because that shit works for me every time. I get a nice feeling from coffee. That shit just works. And I have been drinking it long enough to have built a tolerance.

I just took a break to start a pot. I can smell the aroma now. That shit is going to be good. I need it for today because I am going on a work binge. I am aiming for maximum creativity. I'm going to do a lot of writing and complete a bunch of chores. Happiness comes from doing, so I try to be happy by always doing things.

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