07.30.05

Please give me more coffee.
Please give me more coffee.
Please give me more coffee.

Damn.

I hoped that if I asked three times a studly coffee-boy wearing faded jeans and a smile would appear, bearing a steaming cuppa joe, and keen to entangle body parts.

*sigh*

However, I managed to overcome a wrenched shoulder with a solid night's sleep. That's about as much as I can hope for. (And that was written with a self-deprecating smile.)

Now it's off to work. At least this is my own work; doing layout and design for a couple of friends' poetry books.

Yay!

Now go. Be fabulous.

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