The traffic lights appear like a blurry growing vignette. 10 minutes post coffee booster and I've yet to feel that artificial mental kick. Perhaps my brain is developing a tolerance to it. Or maybe it's just fucking late.
I rode to work with my tank blinking on empty yesterday. Definitely a legitimate concern of not making it to work and stranding myself somewhere on the motorway. Surprisingly, I made it. Half a liter short of walking in full motorbike attire. It's a fine line between procrastination and efficiency.
Felt the devastating feeling of leaving my dinner at home. Soggy subway instead tonight!
T-41
45minutes left. Breakfast with the crew today... Come at me eggs benedict.... Or maybe just a big breakfast... Decisions.
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