so there's this evil black substance which keeps ooooozing into this mug I keep on my desk. I'd managed to stay away for so long, but it's back now.
I took a coffee maker to school my freshman year. It's been used all of twice since I arrived at school. I was very proud of myself for managing to break said addiction. But waking up at 6 every morning and driving 45 minutes to a boring job has brought back this viscous liquid, and it's now lodged itself firmly near the back of my mind.
A small tendril of steam wafts in front of my monitor, just letting me know it's still there, and not leaving me alone any time soon.
music: Autechre - ep7 _____ on very quiet.