There is just something about coffee that brings people together. Its like the 200 degree water that swishes bean grinds from halfway across the world shows just how interconnected our world has become. And given that the beans are ethically certified, the only people with more tragically hipster jobs are bike messengers.
I’m uninspired. I want to write something but I don’t what to say. I mean I have a topic–one of my favorite places in the world–the Underground Coffee House, but I can’t seem to get inspired about this or anything. I’m way too tired for this bullshit. Sleeping and I just do not and are not getting along. Fuck. My. Life. I can’t front though because its my choice to spend every night talking with the kids in my dorm. I mean I love being an RA and super present, but my ass needs some fucking sleep. I am wearing myself out and I can feel it. Ok, wake up moment START SLEEPING NOW!!!!! I mean who has things like papers, senior theses, two jobs, or classes anymore. I vote I just spend the next few months sleeping through shit with nights awake 
The thing about never doing anything half-assed and being overcommitted is that you never have time eat, sleep, or breathe. I love relaxing. Its an art that I’ve done my best to perfect. But if practice makes perfect then I’m becoming rusty…
A Toast: To sleep
p.s. You’d think I’d start drinking coffee, but why bother having energy for the day when instead you choose being tired and irritable (insert eye roll emotecon).
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