Shakey. Weak. Feeble.
Feeling like the world could be conquered if you could just pin-point the starting line.
Coffee jacks me up like falling in love does.
Not sure which is worse for your health; Nothing is safe with that much over-consumption.
Sipping pot after pot and loving unconditionally are one in the same.
One or the other is gonna give little ol’ me a heart-attack that’s otherwise completely preventable.
It would be for any other human.
I can’t leave it alone.
Caffeine or women.
My favorite vices keep me addicted.
What’s the point in quitting something that makes you feel alive?