Coffees Bitch

It would be no foul call to say that Melbourne is filled with drug addicts.
And if you've managed to read the header to this post you know where I'm going with this.
If, for some ham handed reason you haven't, it didn't load, or you have that eye disease where you can't actually see the upper quadrant of your vision then let me enlighten you.
Coffee.

I've been informed that Melbourne has some of the best coffee in the world. Not only is it the best, but everyone seems to drink it. Myself included. I got the idea for this post on my way to the bakery down the road from my house, where I spent most of the little money I have on hot addictive liquid. Good freaking God there's a cup in front of me right now!

It IS a drug though. Whether we admit it or not... (what?)
It's not uncommon for me to get up, drink my $3.50 cappuccino with one sugar, begin my walk back home with the sun on my back and feel a distinct euphoria - that was previously not there. I know caffeine is a stimulant, and that it's actually a psychoactive drug that effects the central nervous system - but acts merely to keep one awake and 'alert'. So I can only conclude this euphoria is a result of my body saying 'yes' to my addiction to the stuff. Christ.
When your brain/body is trying to satisfy itself without you knowing or having all that much control over it, that's when it's time to... something something... can't think in a straight line. Too much coffee. I'm afraid to Google it in case I've got some terminal thing that I don't know about. Ignorance is a warm cup of coffee.

I feel like I'm coffee's bitch (which I mean in the most non sexist way possible). If there were a conversations between us it would go like this:
Me: Yawwwn... I'm actually feeling ok this morning. Probably don't need a coffee!
Coffee: ... Yo, shit-head.
Me: Huh? Who's that?
Coffee: Girl, put your shoes on. Grab those silver coins - that's all you're worth - and head to the cafe. You NEED me.
Me: Shut up!! I feel great. I'm gonna just have some cereal and a shower and -
Coffee: (SLAP) Uh Uhhhh!! You feel that?! You feel it!?!? Bitch, you're gonna have that dyslexia and headache for the rest of the day unless you listen to me!
Me: No don't don't!!
Coffee: (SLAP) Go on! Get out of this house you worthless crap. You need me.
Me: (Whimpering) Ok... ok. But only one today. Only one.
Coffee: Yeah yeah. Whatever you think. Ass wipe.

That got dark, sexist and probably racist. I feel like I need to be delivering these jokes in person for them to work properly. They need my flailing arms and animated facial expressions to make sure they don't get taken the wrong way. Or if they do, at least I'd be there to smooth it over.

Anyway. I got Beta access to Dust 451. Hurrah! I've got 9 days left to my EVE online account, and I'm feeling pretty ok about it. I struggled basically ALL of yesterday trying to work out why my agent wasn't letting me hand in the mineral I'd mined. Only to discover I'd mined it from the wrong place - Despite it being the correct mineral. Why did I choose the one starter quest with bugs?
I also managed to convince my dearest mate Phoebe to join the fun. I don't know if it's going to any better with two people flailing hopelessly through space. But that remains to be seen.

I feel like I should be animating or something instead of wasting my time on a Beta and an MMO that I'm going to have to sink money into eventually. But that's ok, right?

I was talking with a friend of mine the other day about how the past couple of generations have had too much choice, and therefore have become either confused or complacent about their future. They/I/We all feel either that we have our expectations set WAY too high, or that we should just chill out, because we're so young and there's plenty of time to stress later. Both are correct, but which is more so? Maybe it's just us artists/musicians, though. We seem to go through this roller-coaster of hating ourselves, being ok with where we are, hating our art, loving other people, breaking our own hearts, being confused most of the time, and most of all being afraid to fail.
I feel like we all need to just jump into the deep end sometimes. Yeah? Just jump right on in. Sure there's probably glass at the bottom, sharks and water snakes all around. But c'mon, at least it's warm from everyone peeing in fear.