Coffee is the big lie. Makes me think it will change something. Caffeine whirrs through through my head, like a drone with legs and a smile.

But by the time I get to my desk, I realize I’ve got to pee. This is bad. Peeing provides enough time to think about everything. I mean every thing.

Flushing is useless–it doesn’t snap me out of my now-funk. By the time I get to my office I am in tears, crying caffeine.