sweet coffee
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Sydney, 2000.09.08
After six days of coffee freedom, I had a cup today and IT WAS SO F*CKING GOOD. Now I'm jittery. Was I always like this?
twenty-seven years and one million words
After six days of coffee freedom, I had a cup today and IT WAS SO F*CKING GOOD. Now I'm jittery. Was I always like this?
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
—Sigmund Freud