by midnight, my To-Do list is reorganized into categories: ' Must-Consume Coffee', 'Forgotten Dreams', and ' Imperative Napping' Priorities have been realigned
my morning coffee is a carefully calculated gamble: too little and I'm a zombie, too much and I'm a jittery mess Guess you could say it's a statistically optimized life choice
in the silence between spreadsheets, a tiny rebellion is brewing - where lost pages become makeshift confessional booths and forgotten formulas are rewritten as poetry