Drinking: All of the coffee
There, it's perfect. No it's not, don't lie to yourself. Does this ever end? Hate living in my head some days. Especially with this damn puppy bouncing around all the time biting my ankles. No matter how hard I try to trample it, the thing always manages to dodge my stupid, long legs. And what's with my neck? It really doesn't need to be this long. I live in someones brain and feed on emotion. It's such a mess in here. It's that puppy. Which is playing in the mud puddle. Again. I'd go in myself and chase it out but I'd get muddy myself and that would defeat the whole purpose. Imma get that puppy one of these days.